The Plum Tree

The Plum Tree

Alone
At the bottom of the garden
Stands the plum tree,
Weeping her petal tears.

“Will you not
Reach up to us?”
Whisper the clouds,
With their promise of rain.

“Will you not
Reach down to me?”
Whispers the river,
Flowing deep beneath the garden.

Yet the plum tree
Says nothing.
She is only waiting and watching,
           Watching and listening
           For the footsteps
                       Of the Gardener.

– Nilpushpi White.

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