The bird flew.
Across green grass,
Over grey city scapes,
Carrying the seed;
And placed it in a safe place
Where it was warm and cosy,
With several friends to keep it comfy.
The ground enveloped it in a hug,
The rain welcomed it,
The birds sang.
Slowly the seed grew,
It pushed through the soil,
Spread its green wings into the sunlight.
The soil gave it a home,
The sunlight nourished it,
The breeze put it to sleep.
Slowly it grew taller,
Its wings grew broader,
Some wings began to come out in colours.
Years and years passed,
Now it towered over others,
Spent time with his friends.
It helped all those who came,
Gave them food,
Gave them shelter.
Slowly its friends began to disappear,
It stopped helping,
Stopped sheltering and stopped feeding.
The sun; changed its face,
Once it was warm and benevolent,
Now scorched and did evil.
The rain; no longer talked,
Once it made sure to come on schedule,
Now it hardly came at all.
Most of its friends were gone,
Concrete buildings in their place,
Once the king of the trees,
Now to meet fate,
The same one his subjects faced.
There once stood a tree, standing tall and proud,
Now there stood a stump, all lifeless and sorrowful.
Now just a memory,
Where roots used to be.
December, 2024
