The Lightening Tree

The Lightening Tree

As each day passes my loneliness grows.
No one comes near any more.
“Keep away,” they say. “It is too dangerous.”

I remember when the children came to play,
What fun they had climbing high into my outstretched arms.

I remember when the artists came,
To draw me in my shroud of deep green.
And when the shroud had turned to red, gold and brown,
Back they came.

Oh yes, and the young lovers that came to pledge their undying love
By carving their names, for all to see in my flesh, under my umbrella shade.

I remember when the poets came,
And sat looking all around with a pad and a never resting pen.

I remember the day it happened.
When part of me died.
The skies were an angry grey.
Rolling, black clouds came charging,
A flash of light, a whip, a crack.
Oh, the burning pain!
How I cried for the tiny creatures that made their home in me.
No one had seen the sorrow that engulfed.

I once stood tall and proud,
And now I am burnt black.
I call out to the woodcutter,
“Come and spare me the shame,
And let me be at one with nature.
Cut me to the ground so I can be absorbed into the deep rich earth.”



May love, peace and happiness to be with you now and always. Thank you, for reading this post.

Take care. Aromatics.

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