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Tuesday, 30 April 2024

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When I awoke
I found myself as a tree
Unaware of my form
I stood in a bedroom
Unfamiliar with its purpose
Through the window, I gazed
Unaware of my own existence
The street eluded my comprehension
I did not have a comprehension
Though I saw its form
Its purpose remained unfamiliar
I did not know words like purpose
That was a street, and those cubes were houses
And moving things, what were them?
There was an April, But
I did not understand the concept of months
I had new leaves and puds
I did not feel them
Then the room vanished
The view altered
Winters, summers, springs ---
I remained
Unaware of all these
I witnessed how people's world changed
Their face transferred
Their houses, vehicles, clothes changed
They disappeared, died, moved
Some buildings were demolished
And new ones rose
But I remained unaware
I just stayed there
As the soil around me altered
Turned poisoned and acidic
I did not know about it
I stood motionless
I did not know the reasons
Then, one day
I drifted back into sleep
Dreaming I was human
I comprehended all things
Felt the poison and pollution
Saw their world's cruelty
And how it was ignored
Regret flooded in
I feared people's will
As if I had lived a human life before
Suddenly, I felt the loss of my love
I sank into a sorrow
I should have sought employment for happiness
I needed to have money
But I did not want
I was considered as crazy
Realizing I should have pursued happiness
I did not want to be like them
I was laughed at
I understood their words, And
I wanted to forget them
All I wished for was to awaken
To be a tree again
And erase all I'd known.

Now, I am a tree again.
Writing is lost to me
I just stay here
I simply wish to remain silent
I do not know what it is
I want to protect birds' nests
Yet I cannot understand "want."
And sometimes weep
When the poisoned, oily soil
inflicted pain upon me.
But I am unable to cry
I just slowly perish
Like all other beings.




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