Wednesday, 21 March 2012

FROM TREE TO SAPLING


I was a fallen down tree
But I am fallen no more
I’m 250,they call me weak and old, but I have not yet begun.
I have an axe at my bark
With a human attached
Next more people come and start struggling and yelling
Not to cut me down
After they are chained to me
They make a lot of sound
Afterwards they leave me
Alone in peace at last.
I sway along with the winter wind until it comes to pass
I find I have some leaves, relief from being bare
They are orange red and brown, my I do look fair.
I realise this is autumn but not for long for
My leaves are turning green and many more I find on me
Then children come and climb my branches
WHOOPS don’t fall there
Next a faun comes frolicking, jumping ‘round my trunk
Summer comes to an end and spring comes like lightning
As people come to bunk
They marvel at the blossoms and bushes and the trees that are so young and rare
Also at the wildlife they sit, watch, draw and stare
Then all my leaves drop to the ground once again and I become naked and bare
The years fly by repeatedly
The same events each time
just new people, new youngsters to help pass the time
Until I’m but a sapling
A simple baby tree
I get no leaves
I have no fine trunk
Children walk right past me as if I’m not even there
And no one comes to bunk
But now I’m one of the plants at which scientist like to stare
I’m gradually growing smaller shrinking until I’m just a seed
I sleep in the soil all day as the worms wriggle around me
Now another year has past and I’m sitting on a tree
Photo by Angel
Im just another seed in the pod I’m surrounded by many other seeds
I have made many new friends
But still I keep on shrinking becoming nothing more than a spirit that can float through the floor
Now I just float around looking after others until I start another life
Lets hope it’s not backwards.

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