………a picture of once a perfect family tree
It was once a beautiful tree. Branches grew slender, sprouted leaves towards the sky. As the season passed, leaves changed and eventually fell on the ground, left a bare tree in winter but replaced by new green leaves in spring. As the wind blew, branches smoothly flew as it was dancing to a melody of an old ballad song. In summer, leaves were luminous, radiantly shone like silver glitters sprinkled on top. This was once a beautiful attraction. T'was a magnificent imagery of once a perfect family tree.
I am staring at that dark, shaded, abandoned tree. How that tree is becoming leafless and lifeless under that dark grey cloud. I've been standing here,by the window, for couple of hours thinking and trying to figure out the answer. But it seems that I am having a hard time getting a replication because all I can hear is a resounding laughter of young voices cheerfully playing around this tree in the past. And suddenly, uncontrollable tears fall beneath my heart. I feel like I want to get closer again to see a possible chance of life. But something is holding me back, perhaps, a nightmare in the past. I remember, I tried once before and as I walked along that never-ending path of doubt , captious whisper echoed and I was scrutinized like a new captive in a prison cell . I am afraid now, so I will just remain hidden under this heavy blanket of hurt.
As I close my eyes, I can see how this tree stood alone yesterday. Though its bark was tender and branches were wimpy, its leafy branches majestically lifted and spread out like a mat in the air.I miss the time when all it had was thick shrub of leaves covering life beneath. I could still remember how humble it bended every time a heavy wind or a storm beated its back. But,as years go by, flowers began to flourish and later became fruits. That’s when it started. Greed! Envy! These conceivably extinguished a once lively and happy ancestry.
It’s getting dark now. I can feel the cold breeze of the evening. I am looking at the tree branches etched against the sky like an empty hands raised above. The leaves are long gone and only the shadow of branches remains. My heart is in pain as I see a lifeless tree silhouette behind sunset. I wonder if flying birds would bother to stop, or bats would cling on those branches in the morning to rest. But that won’t matter at all. I just want this tree to live again. How possible would that be? That, I am not sure. For as long as the pain remains, this tree would remain dark and cold.
