The Tree Poem by Wini Jose

When I cry I see nothing but an ocean in front of me,
And in middle of that is a magical tree.
Now on this tree is written my fate,
The time of birth and death with the correct time and date.
I cannot cut any of its branches or pluck a single leaf,
Because that tree wants to fill my life with grief.
I don't know whether its fruits are sweet,
Or the song of its leaves, its very beat.
But all I know is that,
Its silent like a sly cat.
In its paths and ways I often fall down,
And in my own tears I do drown.
Only if a single branch would become a helping hand,
This is just a request, not a demand,
I would pour water at its roots,
And relish its sour fruits.
The tears I shed go up into the sky,
And forms a cloud up there so high.
And the same one pours down on the magical tree,
And all around its territory.
My tears are what it needs,
It flows like streams in fields.
I want to know why this tree is so unkind,
Why it wants to torture my mind?
So day and night I dream that the tree will lead me somewhere,
Some place where I can get love and care.
Sometimes I feel like cutting off this tree with an axe,
So that forever I can relax.
But that's not what life needs from me,
I wait to see when life will present me glee,
So I wait and wait,
I don't want to debate.