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

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