The Refugee

The boy was walking. Alone in the desert.
Walking. Despair stalking. Demons talking.
Talking. Not a soul in sight.
Death's cradle be rocking.
Imagine his plight.

Through the mirage, a tree.
Can't believe what he sees.
But destiny — the two meet. What a feat.
The demons flee.

The boy says:
I thought I was lonely
With a dead family
Just a refugee
But a million like me
Were all escaping
A common enemy
But you, oh tree
Alone, truly
A sight so sad
What a pity.

Thoughts and memories.
I'm always accompanied.
Cut me I bleed.
Love I need.
What do you seek?
Oh lonely tree
Your present is dark, your future is bleak.
What do you seek?

Haha, human —
Is that what you see?
Through your limited vision?
That's a calamity.

The earth is my mother
The one who feeds.
She gives me all I need
To stay strong and healthy.

The sun is my father.
He gives me security.
Under his guiding light
Everyday is a treat.

The wind is my friend.
She gives me company.
Keeps my ego at bay.
Teaches flexibility.

My children —
The birds and bees.
Their wellbeing.
That's what I seek.

And you, little human,
You're my child too.
You can sleep in my shade.
Dig out water from my roots.
Eat some fruit. Rejuvenate.
Sink the sorrow. Elevate.
You too will be taken care of.
Open your mind. Meditate.