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Earth
Draped in the thick armour of bark
Stands a tree
Holding hostages of leaves
Enslaved to prepare food for it,
They are Slaped by storms
They give the tree its identity
They are loyals
Trading their freedom for water
Tree borrows from roots.
When they stop earning
grow old and pale
Tree jettisons them
Despite their services
For he employes new ones.
As they detach insouciantly
Making merry
They dance with the air,
like the freed prisoners
clasping the hands of air
they do circle dance.
They then kiss the soil
For that was the Mother
who was sending for them
The water.
© Shafat_Ibne_Ali
Stands a tree
Holding hostages of leaves
Enslaved to prepare food for it,
They are Slaped by storms
They give the tree its identity
They are loyals
Trading their freedom for water
Tree borrows from roots.
When they stop earning
grow old and pale
Tree jettisons them
Despite their services
For he employes new ones.
As they detach insouciantly
Making merry
They dance with the air,
like the freed prisoners
clasping the hands of air
they do circle dance.
They then kiss the soil
For that was the Mother
who was sending for them
The water.
© Shafat_Ibne_Ali
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