Once Was a Tree
Once was a tree
Not just any ordinary tree.
Once was introduced to a
world
of no worries for
tomorrow.
Once was a special tree
so said
those who planted me.
Once grew without
knowledge of
my purpose on earth.
I guess it's nature.
To survive, from birth.
All I needed was nurture.
Once friends I had would
converse with I in the
woodlands.
Once we would bow due
to the
wind blows in the
woodlands.
Once I survived death
from wild
fires.
Once time came when
the OWNER
of the woodlands
ordered to cut
down the trees grown
enough to
be processed.
Once in my life said
GOODBYE to
my friends I thought I'll
have for
the rest of my life.
Once I felt the wrath of
death. But
on the bright side of it,
my life
purpose was revealed.
Once my life has new
meaning. To
provide tangible
substance to the
world is my purpose on
earth,
after processing.
Once again the OWNER
will
choose my future from
here.
Once Was A Tree....
Copyright © Kaunda Salimu | Year Posted 2011
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