fallen tree

Looking at my circles

Want to know how I aged

Did I have to die

So you know that I lived

Standing up holding the sky

That was not enough

My roots cuddling the earth

That was not enough

Dressing and undressing every season

Colours of love, fertility, and reason 

Looking tired, strong, weak and rough 

That was not enough 

I had to die, standing

Then falling

Then being chopped

All what I was, dropped 

So you can count my circles

To say that I lived..

Ahmad Baker