L'aura del Campo

Of change [123]

Of change

I was handsome once:
tall, bronzed and hard as rock.
I stood out among my kind,
those who served without sleep,
without a blink of eye.
In my time I saw seeds become trees,
cities rise, flourish and fall.
The winds of change did not concern me,
no more than the flutter of blue wings
that often passed me by.
Through ages the sun warmed my skin
but not the heart they never gave me.
It was no loss that I was never loved.
Then, I was called on less and less,
and arms and legs stiffened
until I stood abandoned,
unable to to move or bend,
not even to pick up my fallen head.
Now acorns drop on what remains
and a mighty oak wraps its roots around me.
In its shelter I watch blue wings,
beg them to share the news
that the winds have brought them.

K Enga (6.juni.2017) [174.123] /30:6.2/

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