Gris-Gris, an online journal of literature, culture & the arts

Bloom

By F.P.

 

I am becoming green again
My branches stronger every day
My shrubs nearly as tall as me
My roots firm
With the love of Mother Earth
Nothing is impossible

Your ax destroyed my branches
My flowers and my fruits
But you forgot about my roots
Where my strength resides
Injured by your ego
The scar nourishes me

I am becoming green again
Soon my offspring will bloom
My fruits will feed your children too
I am strong and I am big
Your judgement is not blind to my beauty
Your closed ears will hear the birds singing inside me

I am becoming green again
I am the fruit of your ego
I am the flower of your cruelty
I am life
I am love