Could I be a tree?
To stand silently,
My roots drinking life,
In the dark damp earth.
Just an eyewitness?
Showing no passion?
Swaying in the wind
Bending to and fro in assent or dissent?
Would I be happy just to look majestic?
Bare my branches and soul every autumn?
Could I be a swallow flying high?
Making a new nest each spring?
To leave it empty and broken each fall?
Teaching my offspring to fly
To never see them again?
Could I be a river, twisting and turning?
Around each rock, each mountain?
Rushing to the sea to become whole
And loose myself?
I am a tree,
I bare my soul in the winter of life
Rushing to the abyss
Losing love, losing myself
To become one with nature…
Armine Amirian Zohrabian
February 21, 2013