when the big tree falls <br />hit by lightning <br />roared by thunder <br /> <br />when the big tree finally falls <br />and i was there <br />a big sound <br />of a giant old tree <br />falling finally to the ground <br /> <br />the arrogance <br />that used to be <br /> <br />by that big old tree <br />we all looked upon <br />it was so high <br />and we did not <br />climb it anyhow <br /> <br />for fear <br />and <br />perhaps respect for its grandeur <br /> <br />and today this big tree falls <br />hit by lightning and roared by thunder <br /> <br />the universe claps upon the <br />fall of arrogance and pride <br />and a tree's belief about <br />its hugeness and <br />strength <br /> <br />now this tree falls <br />and i am here watching it <br /> <br />you are not here <br />you are in some foreign country <br /> <br />how can i tell you <br /> <br />that this tree has fallen <br /> <br />and there is nothing to fear anymore? <br /> <br />when a tree falls and you are not there <br />your logic tells <br /> <br />there is no tree <br />there is no tree of such strength and posture <br />there is no tree like that <br /> <br />that can ever fall <br />all because a lightning hits it <br />and all because the thunder roared <br /> <br />without you.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-tree-23/
