O’ there they come, I thought I would never see them again, how I
have wept, shed countless leafy tears, trembled, swayed, shook with fear,
braced many storms as they struck and
thought of my Parent Gardeners. Why did they leave me, the world is cruel so
cruel.
O’ my tortured trunk, limbless, disabled, dried,how will they
feel. They are sad at their friends
sudden passing away. They have come for condolence.He was the only neighbor who
kept the lane clean, planted a flower bush outside his house and sometimes
parked his car in my shade. I let him for I knew he loved all plants. I can
never forget how he took a stand against his own father to save me when the lane
was being laid tiled, everyone wanted the trees uprooted but he stood in my
favor.
The same green car which stood in my shade for so many years, I covered it with my flowers and
onlookers said, ‘where is the groom?’ it looked so beautiful with purple
flowers all over it and my kind gardeners let them stay, they never swept them
away…
I remember how lovingly they planted me where my roots are firm
still but I am not the same I will never be…
‘They are standing in front of me, they are sad very sad and I
cannot reach out to hug them thank them for all the loving moments, days months
and years, they shared with me. Some cruel people have mercilessly amputated my
arms, made me disabled incapable of bearing flowers…
How lovely were the sunny days when the kids of the family came
and held me lovingly touched me caressed me and held my flowers with full
smiles, they made me so happy
Now, I am just a pole for a letter box, some consolation but I will not last long now
Now, I am just a pole for a letter box, some consolation but I will not last long now
8 comments:
Oh, how very sad! You made the voice of this tree so real, and the details of the story so moving, I cannot disbelieve.
That poor tree. So much loss... But I’m glad the tree holds on to the memories of blooms, of being loved and loving. Evan more, I love that it still finds away to feel useful in its current shape.
The image of those unswept flowers is so clear in my mind. 😊💜
I feel for the tree, who gave so much and wound up without those who had cared for it. Love her scattering blooms over the car. Lovely to read you, Anjum.
Dear Sherry Thank you so much for your kind thoughts and good wishes.
Oh, how sad. We humans too often don't consider the pain nature can and does feel. How sad so many years of joy were cut down to merely turn the tree into a prop.
Yes Dear Susie indeed very tragic Thank you for your kind words and support It means so much to me
How wonderful that the love was mutual and that the family comes to visit. I am moved--and relate--that the tree doesn't really want them to see all the changes and how close to death she is. I hope the visitors are angry at the amputations and waste! I hope they hug her anyway.
Thank you Respected Dr Susan So true to what you have felt. The visitors were really really angry shocked and deeply grieved, perhaps more than the loss of the neighbors son.For mankind it is ordained to return to the Lord but for trees it is sacred it is written..'not to cut them, but plant them and if we pray and recite the Praise of The Almighty' He Plants a tree for the reciter in heaven. A really thoughtful wonderful prompt
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