The Last Sound Of Root Poem by Eva Clara Harahap

The nature heard the lost sound…
Fading away like a rose petal…
Screaming out loud…
Destruction to any being…

It is not a sound…
What is a sound, if no one hears it…
It is a picture of a forgotten root…
It holds a strong tree but it stays down below…

What a waste of strength…
Then, what is strength, if no one needs it…
As winds can blow without it….
And light can travel without it…

Any spark does not care of it….
Any light being knows how to light…
Neither with strength nor with sounds…
It is nothing compare to the bright being…

Ah roots roar again in anger…
It never realizes the nature law…
Root can only stay down below…
It is its place…
To be unheard, to be unnoticed…

The nature knows….
The sound of roots shall be lost…
As it is only a slave to the strongest…
Poor Alas Root! It dies unknown…

Once a root remains a root…
No one can change it…
As nature choose its favor….
To preserve what best to the bright being…

Roots will remain silence…
As with a sound, it is still nothing…
As with sound, it is meaningless…
Ah Root! It shall dismiss thee…
No one will hear it….
Who can hear a root, if the tree can sing louder? ...