The Dying Wood
Which tried to hold on life as long as it could
Until it can no longer fight, it spoke to heaven
"God if I die, please allow life again..."
The wood let go. The wood let God.
Weather passed by -- but none a single bud...
The wood softens. The wood moistens.
And alas! Tiny life begun to sprout.
But isn't the same wood, that's no doubt.
But whatever it is that lived again, for sure it's the life the wood had asked the heaven.
