The Root of the Tree

I am reminded

That time is precious

I can’t sit in a closed box

But I don’t need to be too free

We all desire to be kept

To belong

To someone’s heart

To spend our precious time

We all need to be loved

We all want to be needed

To reach the end of life knowing

That we mattered

That we were counted in the calculation

The blessing is the feeling that you were poured into

Just as you poured into others

Hate spends time

Frivolously

While love

Well, love when true

Eats all of the time available

It feeds on moments

Making beautiful memories

I don’t even need a box

When my breath is gone

Mix my ashes with the root of a tree

So that my love will last forever

So that no matter how much love I spend

It will never run out

Don’t cut down my tree

Let my love last for always

by Nadira Norjahan