A tree stands, basking in sunlight
Looking strong, sturdy, and beautiful
Little do people care what it goes through, as at the end the
result always turns out right
Each year the leaves sprout, a strong beautiful green
Though as winter arrives, they start to break away from what was
once known as home
Slowly these leaves get carried away, never to return
Yet this is seen as no big deal as they have no voice to speak
Every year this goes on in their short span of life, yet the same
occurs to us, just in a far different form
A tragedy in the form of a disease to deprive us of our kind
It uses us to transport itself into many others lives
Just like the leaves some people leave their home, this heavenly
abode
And suddenly the same process is perceived as far more ghastly
then when it happened to the leaves, but still the thought is not quite so
absurd
As these leaves are without a mind, they have not much in their
lives, they don't have the ability to cherish, to loath to die
We do have the minds to feel all these emotions, and that's why
When we go through this winter we must stop our kind from falling
off this tree, drifting away with the wind, but to do this we must unite
To survive we must connect with others and share our feelings in
human ways.
It is time to bring ourselves into the light!!
-
Ishaanvi
Rajesh
