I knew a tree,
He talked to me.
Said,
Are you jobless,
Why dally away the morning and night,
Why, he said.
Countless hours and,
The disorder ,
During my sleep,
During my day,
During my sleep, again.
Leave me be he said.
I left.
He was a tree,
In a forest.
Under him was my hammock,
That rocked me gently,
In my storms of despair,
In my whirlwinds of uncertainty.
He was just a tree,
In a forest,
Which I just realized,
Among thousands many.
This is so amazing. It could be like you are thinking for someone to be like tree, under whose comforts your hammock is hanging, and then they suddenly ask you to leave. So relatable!
Thanks. 🙂
Your writing is beautiful!