I left
her, a seed
When I
turned back
I saw,
she had turned a tree
For
how long had I
Not
looked at her
Turned
into myself
Crying
over each grief?
For,
when I turned back
She
had turned a tree
I had
left her, a seed!
Where
I had grown thorns
She
had leaves
And
them, she had put on branches
They
would provide shade
From
the blaze and the fury of the drops
Which
had once torn her apart
Grown
she had
But
did I see fear, lurking
In her
eyes, transfixed on the horizon far
For
there brewed a storm
Whose
winds could bring her down,
She
was worried for the nests
And
those who took her shade
She
was worried for herself,
Her
flowers may not live to bear fruits
I have
grown she said
Sensing
my wandering thoughts
But
each storm is different
I hope
I stand this out
I left
her, her eyes
Transfixed
on the horizon far
For
where the storm brewed
Was
also where her sun would rise!
I
left, firm in belief,
She
would stand this one out!
