Monday, 1 December 2014

The Last Tree

The Last Tree

I dreamed about a pirate ship
Sailing the turquoise sea
The pirates, wild and crazy women
One of them was me

I looked up at the mast so high
And saw it was a tree
A gentle swaying tree of life
Escaped catastrophe

My instincts whispered “keep it safe,
Nurture, love and feed”
Protect it from all human harm
Sail away from greed

That night I heard a subtle cry
I touched the leafy mast
A seed pod dropped into the ocean
The tree said “that’s my last”

A poem by Maiyan Karidi @ Mystica Art & Design

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