My Jaundiced BranchA Poem by Aehr
There was once a branch on a litchi tree,
Greener than emeralds, as green as could be. It stayed, its leaves soft, smooth and true Until a storm it couldn't get through. Other branches, other leaves stayed strong and grew, But my beloved branch was weak and blue. I thought it would fall on the ground with a noise, But night after night, I heard no noise. Other leaves on other branches played with silver rain, While my diseased precious stayed dry and in pain. As other branches laughed and played with the breeze, This branch of mine struggled with agony and unease. But alive it stayed, night after night, Alive, not quite living - yet holding on tight. I worried for it, prayed, until one day, I decided it was probably strong and okay. And so I forgot! Ignorance is bliss, Summer waved goodbye like a parting lover's kiss. A fall came and went, a winter then spring, I heard birds nesting, I heard them sing. Days went on, I forgot to care, Of my favourite branch, fighting with air for air. Until one clear morning, I felt like a stroll, I skipped down the stairs - but lo and behold! My beloved branch, my fighter fallen dead, An image of broken hope, filling me with dread. Crumbling leaves, dusted with pain, Old and parched - cursing a rain that never came. Or a rain never enough to save my fallen friend, Nothing to save its broken soul in the end. I wept- my jaundiced branch had been strong for too long. The breeze sung in soft whispers - a sorrowful swan-song. I wonder if the litchi tree would be the same again, If rain could soothe the scar, or take away the pain. © 2018 AehrFeatured Review
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7 Reviews Added on February 28, 2016 Last Updated on March 26, 2018 AuthorAehrAspiring for fearlessnessAboutTrying to keep my words alive. Find me on Instagram: aehr_x more..Writing
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