nimal dunuhinga

Rookie - 151 Points (19, April,1951 / kalubovila East, Sri Lanka)

The Old Tree - Poem by nimal dunuhinga

My flowers are not scented
and the strong odor butterflies don't like.
That's why I think they flew away.
My fruits are not ripen
and the bitter fruits birds don't like.
That's why I think they flew away.
My root is not so deep.
That's why the wind came
and fell me to the ground.


For Dave.......with affectionately.


Comments about The Old Tree by nimal dunuhinga

  • (4/4/2006 6:44:00 PM)


    There is much beauty in nature, it seems to have the gift of recycling itself.
    A great write Love Duncan
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  • (3/20/2006 5:05:00 AM)


    Very touching poem. I can still remember the giant elm trees that were so much a part of my younger years. One of them I still see in my dreams at times. Perhaps there is a special place where the old trees go when they outlive their usefulness. One can always hope...

    Regards,

    Sandra
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 11, 2006

Poem Edited: Friday, February 27, 2009


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