Near a hotel pool, close to the sea <br />Stands proudly, this huge umbrella tree <br />Its thick branches, far and widely spread <br />Blooming with flowers, small and softly red <br />on top of a wealthy green leafy bed <br /> <br />A breeze from the ever blue sea gushes by <br />Making hundreds of flowers fly high <br />And beauties that once ornamented the tree, <br />In a snow-flaky fashion, a pleasure to see, <br />Fall down in the pool, fall down on me <br /> <br />Looking at the flowers in the pool, I note <br />They seem to enjoy to be lightly afloat <br />But then it occurs to me, a jolt in my head: <br />They do not enjoy, they’re dead <br />They have become floppy, hopelessly wet <br /> <br />My mind fills with thoughts of my own mortality <br />How long will my body, my mind still be? <br />But my body and mind are not what makes up me. <br />I am my soul, which after death will be free <br />I think it may still come back to see <br />This miraculously beautiful umbrella tree. <br /> <br /> <br />- - - - - - - - - - - - - - <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />> <br />tree tree tree tree tree tree tree tree <br />tree tree tree tree tree tree tree tree <br />tree tree tree tree tree tree tree tree <br />tree tree tree tree tree tree tree tree <br />tree tree tree<br /><br />Aufie Zophy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/x-the-umbrella-tree/
