Hanging On A Tree Poem by Mohammed Balchi

The sun has reached its highest peak in the middle of the day
The meeting was half-way
And as i walk through the dimming light
I felt the world spinnig around me in a fright
But the all for one and one for all
Am i the tree or am i the fall?
The brownish little leaf
Hanging itself...
But all the things that never hesitates
And what i've meant to demonstrate
Is nothing just that piece of dead layer
A xylem, i've left a manifestation of the sun
But the world is more fun
The death is most near
Is this one last episode
Or just one new season...