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THE STORY HIDING IN THE HEART OF A SILENT BARK


A pleasant day, my dear friend!
I am tree, speaking to you, a moment before my end
I have been living with you since my childhood
And so hope that you do not have anything to do with my wood


I still remember the day when you were born
I were unable to walk and nor were you then
Neither did I speak a word nor did you
You were taken care by your mother and I by the dew

Your legs began growing and so did my roots
Mine dug deep into the earth while yours were having nice boots
My hands grew heavier and I had a tough time
Your hands grew stronger and you began doing little crimes

I never learned to talk not even to walk
While you were climbing to the top of my bark
The tide of the sea tickles me, but I could not laugh
The rain water irritates me but I could not sneeze or cough

I feel hungry after preparing the fruits so sweet
But I had no chance to drink or eat
I feel hurt when you hit me with a stone
But I never cry or moan and groan

I see the birds flying far away into the sky
And by waving my hands I always give it a try
You enjoy the cool breeze out of it
But I can neither fly nor at anytime sit

I can neither wink nor sleep
Never can I ever be able to crawl or creep
I felt bad for all this when I was a child
But now, I feel happy that I were never born a human, so wild

You planted me after reading it in the newspapers
You felt great for placing me in the house, made of the skin of my ancestors
You kept me away from all the birds and men other than yours
Because you never want them to enjoy my fruits or my flowers

To man who knew everything is possible
I don’t think it is impossible to fulfill my wishes so simple 
I don’t ask for water, I can suck it from the ground
I don’t ask for food, I am the source of food to this entire world
I don’t expect any awards or rewards for my service
But a little place in your heart for love and peace



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