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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Sometime ago, it must have been a long time ago I dared branch out from my twin sister. We grew tall and sturdy, each in our own space basking in the sunlight most of the time and soaking in the rain some of the time. My body got heavier day by day with the many branches I arched out. I must admit I was proud of my branches and their lush leaves. They were my achievements. Time was, I loved windy days. Thrilled I was by my fluttering leaves and dancing branches as the wind dashed around. Time was, I enjoyed birds gather and sing noisily in my arms. I certainly felt good when others found my shade a cozy shelter from the heat of the sun. I must have been entertained busy growing branches caught up in life's bustling chores. The dangers of living escaped me. One day, the inevitable came. Unable to absorb water, a part of me stopped living. A part of me was dying! I was helpless. Couldn't do anything. It was on that day I got a little push from my friend, the wind. My body gave way rending myself from my twin sister. She was more firmly rooted than I was. What a sight I was! I fell from the heights. I was shocked and pained. Broken mangled were my branches. My leaves crushed. Some parts of me were buried in the ground. As I lay painfully immovable my friends came around me. The birds, I could hear from a distance. All of them mourned my demise. I was consoled. No, no, I am no stranger to dying. I saw this happen to others around me. I welcome my passing on, knowing all along that life ends in death. I have no regrets. I lived and loved every moment of my life. I loved being me, for having given joy for being me. In death, my dream lives anew. When all parts of me shall have been put away there will be space for one more me. I know I shall live again.
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