I heard a small crack. Something had snapped.
I felt a piercing pain.
I fell.
Picked up by the mild breeze, I flew.
Detached from the tree that I had known all my life, I floated.
It happened so fast that I dint know how to feel.
I felt anxious for being out there in the unknown alone.
But I also felt free and exhilarated to see the world beyond my imagination.
Was this end of my life? Or a beginning of something I never knew existed?
Is this what heaven feels like?
I had glistened with dew in the cold mornings, rustled in mild summer evenings and drenched in the stormy nights, all my life.
I had clinged to my branch, and the tree had held me tight. I was happy.
But if that was happiness, then what was this feeling?
I flew past the waterfall, the mild rumbling of which I had heard all my life, not knowing where it was coming from.
The woods, the trees, those flowers, the azure sky, the river.....in just these few seconds I have seen so much. I loved it.
I land on a wooden bench, someone had carved their love memento there.
I heard a click, someone was watching me.
I smiled. I fluttered. Glowing in the golden rays of sunset I blushed.
Then picked by another sweep of wind, I soared again.
I already loved you when you clicked my pic. But writing a poem about me has made you my dearest human being.
ReplyDeleteThroughout my life on the tree and a short life thereafter, I've been observing people. A very few people appreciated the tree, but I am pretty sure no one observed me so closely before. Thank you for being there and thank you for wording me for eternity.
Most beautiful comment ever. Thank you Leaf. Hugs!
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