I Am A tree
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, A swallow, A river. 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