Forest fig

Born free, a wild tree with rambling shallow roots

that roamed the ground and found a home with nature's brutes

'Or earth you crawled, through rocks sprawled, sending out tender chutes

With wind you sinned, where'er you'd been, putting out new fruits

The fruits you drop become a new crop, your wood grown hard and dry

When you were small you dreamed to be tall, you wished to reach up high

Now in breezes you shake, brittle you break through winds I hear your cry

As smoke the clouds will be your shrouds, as you reach the sky

Reviews

[Neha agrawal]

Quietly powerful. It stays with you, like the rustle of leaves after the wind has passed.

[Soren]

Thank you so much for your review and kind words of encouragement and support they are very important and highly valued