Look At Me, Tree.

From my Instagram blog

 

Look at me
O withered tree,
I’d read you like a book,
Your fallen branches woo me,
They pull me to have a better look.
.
What secrets do you hide?
What times have your branches seen?
Through people passing,
Through seasons changing,
While steady you have been.
.
You attempt to scare young kids,
your pleas were never heard.
You think of freedom,
you stand with patience,
While watching the perching birds.
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I crave to fly in the open skies,
Do you also wish to be free?
Our reality’s different,
Our wishes alike,
But answer me, O withered tree.

– Shereen A. Mir ( @fromlifetoshereen )