The Walking Tree

On a frosty day in winter an old defoliated tree denied the sky and the soil by the younger ones walks out of the green forest in sheer desperation. Crossing barren lands goes to a modern city quite far But could see no sun of hope to get the foliage back And could find no soil of compassion to stand erect. It becomes a human without roots in concrete forest Its heart soon breaks and forsaken hands hang unheld. It picks up its broken heart on a burning day in summer Walks back to the forest and burns humanity in forest fire. September 14, 2017.