The Grove



                     A Day in Spring

Once again the grove was agitated
Oaks chattered and whispered to each other
Pack of dowagers , who gossip and tell tales
The tall cypresses bowed and swayed
Nose in the air , too good for the lowly
Crowds of dancing oleanders and roses
Berries and citrus with bouncing fruits
Blossoms raining petals on the grass
Filling the air with a sweet perfume
A taste of trifle and fruit compote

A group of kids came to play
Built a fire, heated food
Drank beer , rocked and left
The fire spread , at first it crept
The wind blew , it roared
At the trees , at the bushes
Smell of embers and burnt dreams
Sound of crackling timber rose
It turned the sky blood red
And gleamed Phoenix like

The fire moved up their body
Some screamed on being singed
Some hummed in their death knell
But none ran away from certain death
It takes courage to face death motionless
To be sacrificed by the negligence of others
The stench of death rose from the grove
But no one came to stop the carnage
At what unredeemable cost
Our beauty and health is lost


                           © Lalarukh Lasharie




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