🏝🏝🏜🏜🏞🏞🏞🏝🏝
Standing under the apple tree,
I leaned with my body against its trunk
and felt my psyche blend in.
My flesh was like its wood
and my skin the tree’s bark.
The moisture nourishing the tree
resembled my blood in circulation
while it’s apples were my deeds.
A gust of breeze swept over the tree
and it whispered to me,
“Your thoughts are like my leaves
waiting for the wind to catch dreams
and fly from shore to shore.
As living things, we want to spread
and know more and more.”
🏝🏝🏝🏝🏝🏝🏝🏝
The tree and I held each other,
two living things in different forms,
bonding as buddies
through sunshine and rain
sailing to an unknown horizon.
Tulip Chowdhury writes from Georgia, USA
