Wednesday, June 15, 2011
My Tree
I planted a seed inside my head
when I was a toddler, you see.
It was to be taller than a redwood,
mightier than a baobab tree.
Its thick leaves would rustle
as the wind blew.
Haven for birds and tiny insects,
it would grow the sweetest
fruit one shall ever see
But as time flew, it heard
murmurs from supposedly
well meaning men.
Slowly, the leaves dried,
fell to the ground.
Its brittle twigs broke,
then its branches
until there was nothing left
for they have chopped down my tree.
rolly
