Friday, June 30, 2017

The Green


In the middle of grey iron jungle,
Stood a tree, tall and high.
Embracing the sky and holding the earth,
It was standing tall against the time.

Now the air, so dense and dark,
Lives turned, grey and shallow,
Sun and moon covered in soot,
As the glimmer of green witnessed the sham.

In the glory of past,
When the sky was blue and water pure,
The green was life and earth vital,
The air was spirited and the wind was brave,
The tree had shaded the dreams of thousands …

Now the green was sinking into the present,
As the past traveled, far and fast…

The falling leaves are slowly withering in memories,
The shivering trunks waved at the sky for one last time,
As the feet was uprooted by the time and space …