I adored the way you stood
Glamorous and full of life
You were a shelter to me
From the fury of the rays
With you I loved to sit
To muse and contemplate
Your gentle peacefulness
Rejuvenated my slacking head
And your exhalation
A gush of my fresh breath
But I’m startled to behold
That your esprit has quit
I see your lifeless limbs
Stained with dried slashes
Your blankets lay
At your withered sole
Tears of my spirit ebb
As my thoughts keep raw
How could a creature
So full of life cease to abide
I look around and glimpse
Many of your kind still breathe
Fragrance from their bouquets
Still ooze into the vicinity
Enclosing the niche you inhabited
Whatever snatched your spirit away
Could have taken theirs too
Why you, from among the bunch?
My requiem should by moments grow!
I lean on your remains
To feel your ever-supportive trunk
I see these incredible tiny sprouts
Springing from your withered stiff?
Are you in there?
Still holding life in death?
Whatever happens
I’ll remain here with you
Until I see your blossom again.
Absolutely beautiful!
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Thank you, Wanda!
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You’re welcome!
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Hummmmmm wisdom bank
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I’m humbled. Thank you!
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Incredible poem. I was moved by your words. Thank you for sharing. Take care.
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Thank you so much for the appreciation and for your encouraging words. I’m honoured to have you read and like my poem.🙂❤
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What a wonderful way to express emotions which could mean more than what meets the eye! Lovely.
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Thank you so much, Mia!
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I love it 😀
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Thank you so much, Ayesha💙
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I enjoyed this poem. Beautifully written. This reminded me of so many things but a verse in the Bible. “For, “All people are like grass, and all their glory is like the flowers of the field; the grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of the Lord endures forever.” -1 Peter 1:24-25. This also reminded me of a tree I’ve been seeing since January. It was cut down and there were no leaves but now it’s blossoming so beautifully in this summer season. When I take a look at it, I’m filled with joy because i saw the root of the tree before it came to be what it is now. The tree serves as a reminder for me that no matter what storms may arise in this life, I must learn to stand firm. Thank you for sharing Florence 😊
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Thank you, Karen, for your awesome analysis And yes, you’re right and I’m glad you got the meaning of the poem. We all are like grass, here today and gone tomorrow but for those who are rooted in God, even though they’re dead, live.
Trees always have a way of rejuvenating themselves and it all goes down to the root. Once the condition surrounding the root is fine, the tree will always live again – with a strong foundation, one can always withstand even the most terrible storm. I love your explanation❤. Thank you so for taking your time to write it. It means a lot.❤
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Wow. This is so beautiful. I love it❤️❤️.
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Thank you dear😊💕
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Superb Flor! ❤️❤️
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Thank you!🙂💖
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It’s beautiful Flor. Now you’re doing poetries that too so heartfelt ones😍😍💕
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Thank you Samyak. Hope you’re having a great day.
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Yes Flor. Hope you had a great Monday 😄
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Splendid. Thanks.
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