Falling
It seems the days are shorter.
I'm falling apart.
My energy just isn't what it was just last week.
I contribute, grow, now this.
Even the bugs living off me feel it.
My family seems to be suffering the same.
I'm tired and feel like sleeping, ignoring the dim light.
That's life as a tree.
Labels: 55 Flash Fiction Friday, Writing
posted by Charles @ 12:01 AM
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"Old order changeth, yielding way to new/ Dust Claims dust, and we die too"- PB Shelly
O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,
Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,
Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,
Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou,
Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed
The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low,
Each like a corpse within its grave, until
Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow
Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill
(Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)
With living hues and odours plain and hill
This stanza from Ode to the West Wind illustrates it all!
that is the life of a tree. That is the life of a human or any other living creature. To give birth to a tree, the seed has to die , to give way to the new leaves, old leaves have to fall...
...there is only so much space...
Trees have to go through that each and every year, even the evergreens drop pieces, like cones and needles.
so do we, with our hair & nails & cells :)
Would an Apple Chips or Chick help against the tiredness? ;-)
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