Tree
I was growing near a house.
I do not remember for how long.
I saw people move in,
I saw people move out.
I saw children grow,
I saw old people die.
However, I was still young.
One day a storm came:
I was split into two.
One half fell,
the other stayed lifeful.
I was dangerous they said,
therefore, I was stumped,
Making earth shake
by falling on the ground.
People passed by,
avoiding me with their eyes.
People passed by,
without remembering
who was I.
A child stopped near me,
shedding tears too,
Feeling my pain,
feeling my throe.
Please, do not cry,
I don’t have a grudge against you.
Yeah, I was still young,
but I had a happy time too.
