Back To The Lake Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Back to the lake

House it hut with its back to the lake
-it is last on the path, a dead end
-it rains there but here drizzles

And birds sing
-flying; and hiding
-near the baby leaves

School-bell calls people
-teachers and students
-"Class is in session! "

Pregnant is the air; so fresh
-her foetus, perfumes
-of grass, flowers

Stands pine in the race
-with tulips and roses
-and soothing is its scent

Earth and her children
-all rise in ovation for the rain
-a hero, protagonist arriving on stage

All around are masons, carpenters and carvers
-go trees and old roofs, wooden walls
-grow the concrete, plastic, instead…

I mourn, whine and pull my grey hair
-and cry my heart out:
-"Soon…here like city…will be dead
-or orphaned tree-less! "