BismiLlahir Rahmanir Raheem
One letter at a time, I carved my name into a tree. Much effort and time, yet it has quickly disappeared. The shavings fall, their destinies veiled. Many indistinguishable now as they are thoroughly mixed with the soil and mulch at the tree's feet down below. A few from amongst them dare to fly with the wind. Far away they venture, their return unknown, surely forbidden.
....dust...
I carved my name in a tree. It is now dust. Mixed with nature's elements, proof of its existence has vanished. Except for the pain that the tree remembers. Except for the strain that the knife endured. Only the struggle remains.
My every cell is transforming, returning to dust. Soar in the wind I tell them. They fear embracing their new identity. Fly my child, fly. Most fall to the ground by my feet. The wind has scattered the remnants of my existence.
...does my struggle remain?
3 comments:
As-salaamu'alaykum wa Rahmatu Llahi wa Barakatuhu
Je ne parle pas francais. :/
Wa'alaykum as-salaam
Je t'embrasse,
Farhana
Wa 'alaykum assalaam wa rahmatuLlahi wa barakaatuhu cwazy lady :)
Wa la afhamu al lughatal faransiya. :/
Much love. :)
As-salaamu'alaykum wa Rahmatu Llahi wa Barakatuhu,
Humm...
hahahaha
OKAY, I give up! :D
Love Farhana
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