There Was A Tree, There Was An Island

I am the Tree, I am the Island…

In air, In water, and on ground,

I am in, I am out, I am within…

Real or Reflection, seen or unseen;

My leaves sway, shimmer, and seek…

My roots soak, sink, and surrender,

Longing to merge, melt, and meet…

Some will soothe, others shock, stab, and shatter;

Insides surface as outsides submerge…

In tight embraces, truths emerge,

The tree in me is shaken…

The island in me is broken,

Soil of memories clings to roots that now rot…

Waves gnaw, chip away every bit and mote;

Soon my sap seeps and saps…

I dissolve – I am particles, I am pieces,

Yes, there was a tree, there was an island…

Nothing ever remains except reminiscences.

Tree Island

pic: Gavin Hard castle

Author: nirusarawgiblog

Joie De Vivre ! "....to front only the essential facts of life, and see if i could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when i came to die, discover that i had not lived. ....to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life...to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms. " - Henry David Thoreau

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