NOVEMBER_UNIKUM_WEB

Joachim Vogt
Writer
Photo: Freepik // montypeter
Leaves never fall
You sturdy old oak,
you who stand there so still,
will you soak up these tears of ours
that’s falling to the moss of your soil?
Oh, and I see,
the fiery warmth you contain within.
Does it witness the toil of our hearts
as we stand by you, alone,
cold and forgotten in this freezing wind?
Now, in the harvest of the orange moon,
did our pleas of reassurance
come to you too soon?
Did your fire see the raging needed
for our leaves of sorrow to fall?
Onto our branches there is no wind,
no wind to graze them at all.
You mighty old tree
we are naked where we stand.
Your greatness stretches towards the sky
while we walk right passed you
paying you no mind, no mind at all.
We are here, like you;
no leaves to shield our bark,
you say nothing to comfort our hearts.
“Then let my silence show onto your spirit
a life giving spark, of truth, and that’s the matter.
Let it relay to your lies in the dark
that eventually, you will break free of the tar
placed upon you. And not to burn,
but so that you will forgo the spurn
of the shining light that you have been given,
to carry within, to take the path
of illuminating away your worry
so that you will return
to who you have always been.”
You who stand underneath a mighty old tree
give time and beautiful patience,
look at the branches in the dark puddle’s reflection
and you’ll see that leaves grow,
they truly never fall.
NOVEMBER 2023 UNIKUM NR 9 25