The Tree

In the middle of the rainforest,
Stands a lone tree, proud and tall,
With naked branched reaching up,
waiting to be seen by all.

As if asking for forgiveness
from the thunder god,
For a long lost sin that
the world easily forgot.

As it proudly remembers the days of old,
Those mighty fires and biting cold,
Still in his heart, hiding the nests and burrows,
While the distant cousins were cut and sold.

Now having all it's greatness stripped,
The leaves, the bark, the fruits
and flowers, that it no longer missed,
It grew its arms
Still eager to touch the sky,
It tries to touch the untouchable,
It cries an inaudible cry

Until a day a swallow around it flies,
In gentle circles it glides,
Perches on a branch and begins to build,
Blade by blade and twig by twig.
It's on its branches and within its roots
Below the leaves and under its shoots,
The tree soon comes to realize,
Therein hides the true meaning of life.