Speak to me, please,
I long to hear,
What the wild wind whispers in your ears,
Swaying close,
You look so happy,
That I wish to be like you,
Free...
Can I not be a part of your circle?
Be close to the sky,
Touch deep purple,
As the twine mate to summon twilight,
Your impassive demeanour comes to life,
I find myself drawn to you,
Your quiet strength,
It shines, it rains you never complain,
Stark against the backdrop of absentee leaves,
You stand alone for eternity,
Your truth never changes,
Free...
The freedom of being born a Tree.
7 comments:
yeah all of want to be free at some point of our lives from all the responsibilities etc,just so that we can live life to the fullest:)
nice poem:)
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@Tarunima...free never happens, where is the time to sit and just be...all the cluttet keep pulling us back...but we are lucky to have an outlet, aren't we...to be able to create, express, ah, what a blessing!
@Rachit, it feels even more beautiful when you see them at work. the wind, the trees, swaying ...carefree :)
beautiful,.. "Free".... Love this Ismita..
Someone is Special
lovely thought and rhythm...
It's musical. That's what I love about it. Beautiful! :)
@Someone is special :)thank you so much!
@Magiceye...watching the Trees sway is an all time fav!
@DawnZahng, i so often feel like joining them when they dance to the tune of the wind :)
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