A rushing wave approaches me, far of in the distance,
Yet I do not worry nor fear, for I am a mighty tree.
My roots run deep into the ground, guarding from resistance,
My limbs are stretched up to the sky, beautiful and free.
But then my air is polluted, and I begin to wheeze.
These harsh noises surround me, drowning me constantly,
All day and all night, I long to feel a cool and gentle breeze,
But not once do I see a glimpse beyond my own uncertainty.
My ground begins to shake, and cracks adorn the earth.
My roots are now upturned, my trunk twists and turns.
People waltz along, passing by celebrating in their mirth,
Yet still I sit in silence, no option but to burn.
My river, it dries up, leaving empty tracks behind.
I may cry endless tears, but they are no longer truly mine.
My body begins to wilt, I sag with restless whines,
My body, it is dying, and I am falling from the line.
Then I realise that my wave, so far of on the horizon,
Is closer now than ever before, right upon my front door.
It roars right past my body, the flood waters keep a rising,
And there is nothing I can do but be carried from my shore.
I am pulled through the water, tossed and tumbled through my
life.
I am ripped every which way, and there is no end in sight.
But then a saving force pulls me from my and strife,
They take me from the waters cage, and lead me to the light.
And although I am beaten and weary, I can breathe again with
ease.
My limbs stretch once more towards the sun, my trunk
untwists free.
And although I have been broken, I have also been appeased,
And I know no matter what life brings, I now hold my own
key.
- Bella
