Incompleteness

Walking by the withered tree, a feeling of helplessness escapes ..a misty puff of breath through the serenely silent night..

Walking by, eyes can’t escape the withered tree so longing for life..

The transversal bark reminds the onlooker of the million stories yet untold but longing to cast..

A deep sense of incompleteness is what fills the serene night…something filled by the melancholy untold tales of the poor wilted life

When gazing longingly into the wilted branches, it only seems as if burdens have weighed heavy on the withered tree without casting a loving glance..

Not a drop of water to quench the parched roots, the withered branches looks away, it would have cried, the withered tree, if words could have its way..

As the last leaf has its way, the onlooker glances once again… if the withered tree could have its way , I am sure it would have wished for another day..