The Trees in my neighbourhood
A child is walking around in this neighbourhood with matters hanging on her face, face looking flushed and pale
She is brave, she is scared and one can hear the concern in her voice
She speaks of the concern embedded in her in her eyes about what she no longer sees,
We cannot see what it is she speaks of but she is heavy with seriousness and mindful of what she knows.
She clings onto her sleepless nights in a place once beautiful; and surrounded by trees and grass so green, she loved to sit on it and think.
She portrays effortlessly of her love for this space, space around her she could use to care for herself. We understand this space; we love it because we love her.
She speaks of the beauty of this surrounding and how easy it was for her to expand her world. and now, she says: her world is shattered.
Asked why, she says “my mother never wanted me to see life through the lightning of these trees”.
Our parents in their quest to see and understand us have decided to cut down all the trees in the neighbourhood, because they believe them to bare evil spirits that keep their children attuned to them instead of the chores in the house and the love of a family bond.
Our parents think that these trees hold as much evil as the years they have suffered trying to find them.
The girl is wondering where her next source of inspiration will come from, where her dreams will be based and where her thoughts will go. The rest of the children in the neighbourhood are realising that they too have been keeping their dreams safely buried and founded upon the greens & the beautiful sounds of the trees when it rains.
They don’t say anything to the girl in their shocked and rather confused state but together, they know that soon, every other child in a neighbourhood will be crying and saying:
“My mother never wanted me to see life through the lightning of these trees”
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