The Scarlet Thread Anthology: The Desert

If I should be a tree in the desert,

I’d be fein to ask myself,

“From whence came I?”

You understand, there are cacti and there is sand;

But none such as me!

If I should have my roots in sifting sands,

I’d often ask myself,

“Where is the water that I must have?”

If you please, there are dunes but there are no seas;

It seems I shall wither!

Imagine a tree so scarcely living,

Stranded in a place most unforgiving,

Where bells are tolling but never ringing,

Where birds carrion eating, and are never singing.

Take a tarry, and what do you see?

An oak in a desert or a man in a city?

By Peter Wysocki

Photo via (cc) Flickr user jbelluch (Jake Bellucci)

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