THE PARCHED TREE
written by: Poli Miltou
@PoliMiltou
In the woods, one day, a tree was born.
It was a stranger, alone and forlorn, it did not belong there.
It was beautiful, people said, with thick branches.
The other trees rioted at once
with their hate, envy, and jealousy,
they did not let it, not even for a day,
to enjoy its life,
they tortured it to death.
Its simple soul felt no malice,
and with a new hope, it started again in Spring,
trying to blossom with grace.
Each one of its flowers, each one of its sprouts,
would give out to its enemies and to its friends
as a token of its love.
But, day by day, as it grew,
became more and more bitter and cold,
and tossed its flowers,
and its trunk got parched in the cold,
not even one good soul, not even one truth!
And when it lost every hope,
a strange came unexpectedly,
a visitor in the woods,
and with his hands embraced the rough trunk,
and with great affection whispered
words of eternal friendship.
The tree rejoiced, the Spring finally came, it said,
in its high top, a blossom emerged,
it scented away in the distance,
of happiness and love.
It was the last hope and winter came back heavy.
The flower was taken away by the northern wind,
frost in its branches and the tree went parched.
Its trunk was crashed,
feeling sad it crumbled on the ground,
and this was, now, its last time.
Wounded, its soul whispered:
“Alone I lived and alone I die!
Such a pity! Because I have loved so much!…”
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- I HAVE ONLY ONE HEART - February 2, 2019
