THE OAK AND HIS ORCHID
In an abandoned park,
on a winter spree,
alone in the dark
Stood an ancient oak tree.
Before his soul was made to freeze,
He bespoke of a story to the evening breeze.
Withered and in decay his leaves rattle a shared repent
Under his shade, of his shadowed grief in whispers do they lament .
It wud seem like its straight out of a fairy book,
For whn Not so long ago wen the moon was young and the day at rest,
Fair and pure in it shady nook,
Grew an orchid out a sparrows nest.
Like angels dressed all in white
Her flowers blossomed wih heavenly light
Much to the delight to all who held the sight
She Grew Thru the moonlite night .
With every sunrise he woke up in haste
Eager to see her pretty face
For with tinge of ribaldry just for taste
She was a perfect amalgam of beauty, wit and grace.
With each passing moons they got 2 b close
And she made him promise that none but her ….is who he must choose.
But everynow and then she seemed bit marose
Staring at the moonlight pavement with a slight remorse.
Not so long after he got to knw of her past and of wat until then she had chose to hide,
Of her enstranged gardner with whom she used to reside.
Fate When fate as a sparrow took her branch to make a nest of its own
Seldom it knw that on this oak branch wud she be resprawn.
Broken the oak let her be alone in the night ,
his branch bearing her grown out out of his sight.
She cried she pled for time and a chance to make things right ,
She said “never let go of me just hold me tight “.
Aftr days of reprieve did he heed to her voice
Of her being torn in between, unable to make a choice.
He soon gave into his stupid heart and caved into her flowery arms.
And jst wen everthing seemed so well and no troubles were in sight
The seas of tears had calmed And their love had no qualms
Came fate thru those calm corners to spur a moral tug of wrong and right.
With the morning rays that day did the gardner embrk on a new route for his daily stroll
And to his surprise on the oak branch he found the lost fruit of past his foil
Flipping back the pages of her memory in joy , The gardner reminded her vows she owed
He opened the floodgates of remorse sowing the righteous seeds of grief echoing the words bespoken once in return for shelter to which she now she had redawned.
They talked they wept as the oak lay asleep
Only to b woken to the salty earth, half a root deep.
He wudav happily let her suck his soul thru her roots instead
To the ache he felt heedin wat she said.
She wept sayin the days they spent toghtr wer nothing but a mistake
And to let her be for she doesn’t knw her own fate yet .
As She rattled through the winds of time between what she felt as wrong an right
only to flounder and at every step to sigh and rue her deed.
He knw it was time him to weild his sheild ,
for him for her and for her dreams to give yeild
and Though for long he battled her wrongs to ease her plight
Her waves of remorse of breakin her vows lashing at at her like a whip was not a pretty sight.
In these bouts of her heart and head she slowly let the latter win at every stead.
But Everytym he tried to give up and grow Out of her dismay
she gav in to her heart swayin his will back at her say.
An just like a puppet to a puppeteer,
he wud return to wipe that glistening tear .
Soon He knew he had to make the hard choice
For her smile was worth more his own rejoice
He cant let her sway and let alone b in pain
unable to choose or to try validate her actions in vain.
She mst nvr knw the real reason of his deed
For He had to hurt her so she cud b free
She cud nvr knw none in his steed cud b so selfless
so with teary whispers he silenced his own hearts plea,
befr it succumbed to its silent goodbyes waiting.. feeling totally helpless.
And so he waited for when the gardner comes for his walk
He woke her up with a kiss sayin they need to talk
With harsh words that hurt him more than the one that heeds
he severed her roots so she cud finally get wat she thinks she needs,
as the gardner went by his daily stroll
he found the orchid derooted unharmed by the fall.
As she floated off in her gardners arms
He wished to see her once more but they faded fast.
None till date if beating sun or coz of his foggy eyes
For None cud see thru see his stoic disguise.
"Oh Why do did u sway between the sun and the shade
Come back ur branch and the moon beckons u
The same shade and the same breeze awaits u";
these words echoed deep in his barks ebbed away and never to b spoken true.
her happiness made him swallow his own sorrow,
In hope she wud nvr kne the truth be it today or aftr his time morrow
For death is the one fair end ,one eachstory each mortal must share .
And so As these Black winters of woe caught hold his soul,
In weakening faith and hopeless despair,
He strived for ur smile ,even seconds before his fall.
With a last crack of his trunk as he embraced the stormy death wilting and nevermore tired
he renderd an eulogy to that dream once he sired,
With words hard to come futhermore inspired
for now forevermore it shall ever be mired,
And to very same road through which his life was carried off
He fell thundering with this ode on this lips
In a bid adieu to those days, of which she seldom inquired.
~RAMSAY
