Scorching is
the sun
And dry is the
win’
I am left the
last one
Of my kith and kin.
I’m born a
green speck
On my mother bough
I am not to
bedeck
Like sister flowers
I love.
Though born
before
Sister flower
is the one
Endowed from times
yore
With all hues
under sun.
Always provided
food
To my entire
family
Scorched by sun
I stood
But I served
affably.
None granted a favour
Nor did I ask
for any
Dignity, I saw
in labour
Comfort? I care
tuppenny.
Scorching sun
takes toll
Dries up my
abode
Hanging by
thread of soul
Watching spirits
erode.
Parched and dry
is my skin
Crackling is my
voice
Nary a brother
nor a kin
To prance,
sing, and rejoice.
Not much time left
for me
To give up and
let go
Sibs on branch,
I don’t see
Withered they
have, Lo!
Gust of wind
begins to blow
Severing my ties
with nest
Plummet I to
ground below
My last journey
on the planet.
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