Have you ever seen a fallen tree?
No, you must have, it is too massive to be ignored
But have you really Seen it?
Bruised and naked lying on the ground that once was its home
Roots spread out like a giant Octopus
With its insides exposed, for the world to judge
Uprooted at its prime
By the fierce winds and persistent raindrops
Each hitting like a hard rock
You can see the tree is gnarled and splintered,
Missing its leaves
The ones that could not bear the pain and had to let go
Its hollowness now a home for little things
You can see a squirrel running up and down the trunk
Maybe she remembers it from old days and has come by to say ‘hello!’
Have you ever wondered what must have happened?
This isn’t the first storm it has witnessed. But the last one before it finally gave up.
Living through dark and cold storms
With Lightening and Thunder feeling like salt on old wounds
Branches giving up for the sake of the tree
But this time, they did not breakdown alone
The tree tried to do what it knew best
To Stand tall and hold onto the roots
But in the end the Violent Storm won
Fallen, not far from where it grew up from a small and determined seed
Not yet ready to give up the old home
Now the tree lays still
Soft breeze blows over blanketing its painful existence
Last few leaves too will fall off
But the tree will still be there
Maybe as a bridge for little ones to cross over,
And maybe this time the footsteps will be gentle walking all over it
Or will become a peaceful place to rest the wandering mind
Or as a fallen piece of beauty to be admired for years to come
Not too far from where it once stood tall and green.
Until its withered body becomes the soil that once nurtured it.
Have you ever really seen a fallen tree?
I am that tree…….