Thursday, April 8, 2010



Heart has its roots and throat holds the branches
Tears well up and rise like sap
Earth embrace me
Clouds weep with me

A tree bearing tears its branches in clouds
Salt at its roots yet it grows
Hiding sunshine
Roots growing deeper in my heart

Sap overflows, tears flow
That which brought joy shall bring the sorrow

1 comment:

  1. sorrow is fleeting.
    But the growth of the tree remains
    even after dusk.