Friday, January 09, 2009
THE TREE - Nicholas Phua
A seed sown, by a pair of unwavering hands.
The little life sprouted under the watchful eyes,
and with utmost tender, loving care.
It was showered with affection, it was blanketed by warmth.
Slowly but surely, it was nurtured, it was raised,
to a magnitude that was beyond compare.
Its lush foliage was playground for little creatures.
A haven for squirrels, a paradise for finches.
The animals made merry with their magnanimous friend.
Oh, what a hive of gleeful activities!
They said the tree was a delightful and would always want it around.
It did good for the little ones, it did plenty for them.
The torso was thick and the children played seek.
The fruit were plentiful, the fluid was sweet.
What a blessing it was for them to be acquainted with it!
The tree was high-spirited at being of service,
to mankind as well as the creatures of lesser of importance.
Amidst their laughter, it laughed.
In their sorrow, it cried.
It was contented to live, to serve and to be appreciated.
Winter after winter, generation after generation,
it stood firm, it stood strong, never faltering,
and never once forgetting its duty to serve.
It thought it would be strong; it thought it would not fall.
But alas,
they say it is a hindrance,
they say it cannot bear fruit.
They want it to go, to make way for concrete.
The chain-saw is hungrily buzzing,
the once mighty tree is trembling.
In anguish, it groans,
but who can hear it?
In sadness and pain, it moans,
but who can feel it?
I mourn.
The tutor announced at 8:36 PM.
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