PUISI by Diana

The Tree

Shhh the swaying giant
Swaying in surrender
Shhh serene and silent
That's so rare to find
Shhhe is resting in peace
Alert and Wide awake
Shhhe witness many things
From the post where she was assigned.

Sun and moon dip & rise
In variant constellations
With gladness, she receive those beams
And grew... and grew... and grew...

Spreading out
Root by root, stem by stem
Each leaves
Filled with stories beyond centuries
Giving back
Food for the faunas, her sweetest fruits & leaves

Shuffling leaves like cards,
one is never the same like another.
Falling ones in a while
Or the wintry autumn breeze
Painting the forest floor
with grades of colours
The art in which Monet learnt
to replicate with oil on canvas

If one would took a bit of one's time
And sit under her shady warm embrace
She will protect you like her own children

She will sing to you mystical stories,
And tell you the wisdoms of mother earth
And the ancient secrets of our creation

Only to be halted by men and their ego
The power and advantage they have
of having the speed of movement
But lack of wisdom, lack of heart
Wisdom teeth does nothing for their wisdom!
Pull out their heart, for they need none!

Rrrrr Rrraging Bulldozer
She protest none to the fate
Her legacy have been forgotten
Like many brave martyrs, victim of the war

Ssssshhhh in surrender she sways
Only to sing a silent song of forgiveness
For these son of men,
to whom ancestors she had nurtured before.

The songs of the forest fade
As the mystical choruses disappears
Only gold diggers and cracked soil
With death written all over it.

With her arms & legs, toes & fingers
All the pieces of her decapitated body
She still protect some from rain & storm
Some burnt to give warmth for men


And she resonated my heart
Through the tunes I play
On this piano...
She tells me mystical stories,
And tells me the wisdoms of mother earth
And the ancient secrets of our creation
Ever so gentle, from bud to flower