Inverted Tree Poem by Kiranjit Singh Bajaj

Deeply rooted in the soil beneath,
The ornate trunk it holds at best,
Sways to the rhythm of the occasional breeze,
Yet finding solace in the latitude,
Lending shelter, fruit and flavor,
Though hopelessly pitted to the ground.

Free to the manor born,
Yet seemingly inverted in spirit and form,
Facedown, the head embedded in the ground,
Ribbed body cage, outstretched naked limbs,
That bears only a semblance to the hollow willow,
Hopelessly pitted to the ground.