The Tree Poem by Roopa Menon
The Tree
The tree didn't drop from sky,
It has grown
I wish it rather
Grew into earth
And spread its branches
In safety and peace
Away from every axe.
But it chose
To rise towards sky
Smiling at sunrise
To let
The insects play
The birds sing
And the wind to tickle its twigs
To let down
Brown brittle leafs
Like long silent tears
Witnessing every war and flood
All changing seasons
Roots firmly ground
It lives on
Perhaps the only being
Left on planet
With humanity and love.
I especially like the description of the tree as a witness that sheds through its leaves long silent tears through every war, quietly observing every flood, and the changing seasons while its roots are firmly grounded. If only we as human beings could be as dignified.
such a beautiful poem. A different say. Loved it. Read my poem 'about a tree' and can you find a common ground?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 11:41:15 PM # 1.0.0.1119
An eloquent write. You are a fine imagist. As always, Sandra