The Tree And The Branch

By Arnav Mall

The branch fell from the tree tall, 

Broke in pieces for great was the fall, 

The tree was left alone, 

And the birds nest passed unknown. 

The cold winds blew and the tree withered away,

Like a lone traveller lost in his way,

The birds flew afar into the setting sun,

And the songs of winter played as the cold night won. 

The very life drained like a swirling rain, 

Ripping away everything, 

Everything good that once reigned. 

I saw it all unfold before my eyes, 

Yet with my heart I had seen it long before, 

The vision of a future, and the sights of a present, 

A demise long thought, descent into madness. 

The visions of cold night, the withering breeze, 

Ripping away the very leaves of the tree, 

The leaves ripped apart, 

A dream I had the biggest part. 

Dream of the day it truly was, 

A nightmare lived everyday, like a siren wandering without cause. 

A nightmare terrible like the winds of winter, 

So cold and girm taking the very life like a splinter. 

I sat in the cold night, under the broken tree, 

Was I so different from the tall one? 

The branches fell off, the leaves withered away, 

The birds left on the cold winter day. 

Was I so different from the once tall tree? 

Blown away by the merciless breeze, 

Shattered by the terrible cold freeze, 

I wondered was I so different from the once tall tree?

By Arnav Mall