Sprout of a Birch
It is morning but soon
It will be noon
It is late May early June
Last night the class was observing visage of full moon
This morning school kids are planting a tree
From a tiny sprout they hope beautiful birch will be
They each hope they live long enough that this birch they will see
As a full grown tree
Suddenly fire engulfs the morning sky
Above their heads airplanes begin to fly
Wherever they drop a bomb someone will die
And soon in ruins many buildings lie
Fire rages throughout the city
Tanks fire upon the structures without pity
They don’t care much for citizens’ plea
Anyone who is capable must flee
For brief second there is calm
Then dreadful whistling sound accompanying fall of a bomb
Children try to hide each behind their mom
But noting can protect from impact of the bomb
Fighting goes on from street to street
But as the city is at the brink of defeat
The national army sends their elite
And with all their fury enemy must retreat
Many years passed and again there is June
Previous night there once again was full moon
The birch has grown to great tree showing her beauty this afternoon
Yet in her boughs there seems to be whispering eerie and melancholic tune
Many children who planted it now adults are
Some came here from near and far
But not all made it through the war
Yet in that moment of sorrow something happened beautiful if bizarre
The birches bark that is ghostly white
Seems to move and glow in sunlight
It is suddenly shined on by pillar of light
And divine presence assures survivors that their friends are aright
They bodies dead but their souls intact
They are in better place and that is a fact
The birch they planted is life concrete and abstract
And all the levels beyond abstract
Copyright © Patrycjusz Kopec | Year Posted 2014
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