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[the duke]

Standing somewhere in the horizon of a green land

Asking GOD to mercy on her up leveling hands

Looking up and talking to the faraway uprising sky

The tree stood under the shining sun and cried



“I am a three hundred years old Cottonwood tree

All I am asking you for is looking at the miserable me

I am living under your great home, right in soil

I wish that the rest of my years won’t be spoiled



It’s totally right that my true name is Cottonwood

But now I am living as another tree, in another mood

You GOD, have to help me in any possible proper way

Just wait to tell you what I felt the past few days



I used to be a long time ago an Eastern Hemlock

I used to be considered by all my beauties a padlock

My head in the sky was enclosed by green leaves

My trunk was so covered by the oppressive eaves



I was so young in a way my life was going fine

I printed my character and typed my personal line

I had something special going up and down in my roots

I just knew that for the next life I will deeply suits



But I wanted no more to be the mockery among my family

About how fat and large I am always used to be

But I am deeply exhorted to get a new emotion

To satisfy my desire engraved in my leave’s lotions



After the Eastern Hemlock I felt as a coconut palm

I was getting mature so I tried to be wise and calm

I tried to help people by giving the fruit of my survival

But never believed that bad things were an arrival



My feet over the hot golden sands are getting burned

But I don’t know my thins to deserve what I’ve earned

My head has become wagged and so not cool

And my shadow is getting moreover a naked stick of pool



After the Coconut Palm’s feelings invaded my mind

I sought about a sister to be useful, handsome and maybe kind

I couldn’t find but the Quaking Aspen to be my place

To be my new character, to be my forever face



After being the Quaking Aspen I looked in a reflection

I saw what every tree want from life and it perfection

I saw myself as a fifty years old tree, I felt so young

I wished that my perfection will last all along



But when seasons stroke on my leaves all day and night

When I used to make surgeries of colors in every fight

I wanted to find a solution for what I have just became

So I can finally rid away of my ugliness that I always blamed



I have decided to get back to myself that I used to be

To the perfection in my life that I couldn’t see

I want to ask the last favor from you my Lord

Forget what I have just said and all my words



Because now after feeling what other trees feel in their life

I noticed and learned that paradise may sometimes be a strife

So the self satisfaction of what we are must never fade

Because a recovery phase may often seems too late…

[the duke]

hello guys, hru?
the poem above it's about a tree that wasnt satisfied of what she is, so she decided to experience being someone else. when she experienced the life of other kind of trees, she noticed that what may seem a paradise from the outside might be a living hell from the inside...But when that tree decide to get back for what she was, she realized that it's too late to recover the lost time in being somebody else...
i know the poem might be a bit long but it worth to be read


Best regards... THE DUKE

[NaughtY AngeL]

It looks interesting and nice, though I didn't read it yet, but I will soon insha'Allah, and I'll post my reply later on
Ciao for now
:ciao:

[مستر حريقة]

شكرا اخي كلماتك رائعة وجميلة


تحياتي........( نكاش روس ) :D

[the duke]

مشكور نكاش روس ولله انت اللي ذوقك حلو و عذب

best regards
THE DUKE