The winter breeze
finds its way
The brown leaves but
follow along
The sun now too shy
to shine
She leans against the
big brown tree
Her last effort to
search the song…
“There is no song
written to last each winter,
No love ever made, to
keep it warm
I’ve seen too many”
says the big brown tree
“Wait no longer, my
fair maiden..
For you shall but,
face the storm…”
She bothers but about
the storm inside her
No rush of water, no
guzzling wind of the day…
“Oh tree! I bother
not if you protect me,
for die one day
everyone shall
Judge me not by my
size, I shall search & I shall stay…”
“You have seen the
forest and the travellers
You have seen winters
and summers together
For you know the
paths like your own
Guide me and you
shall not repent
For I’m ready to
tread, no matter the weather…”
The Sun this once
shines upon her face
The tree at once sees
the spark
Like no other, no
wind, no feather
He knows he can’t but
change her mind
Afraid she might be
lost in the dark…
“Run away but close
to silence
Where you hear no
other but voice your own
Look not around but
inside” He says
“You shall there find
a beautiful lady
And the secret of the
song will be known”
She understands not
what the Big Tree says
But she runs with all
her might afar
Beyond the mountain
the noises fade
Walking is silence,
with a heart now heavy
She can see but Orion
her favourite star
She sits crying in
silence to what has now become
Her tears not seen,
her cries heard by none
Her heart speaks for
once so loud
“You are the poet and
you are the song”
The night slowly
fading she knows she won’t last till the Sun…
She writes in a hurry
with no time to waste
Of her journey and the
path she wades
Of the Sun, the Soul,
the Heart and the Tree
Of what you now in
your hand hold
She writes it all and
then she fades...
