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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