Orange Tree

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Religion and Spirituality  |  House: Booksie Classic
Orange is the colour for strength and confidence, and now the Sun's showing his face around, I thought I'd sprinkle some rays... this is about knowing that nothing really matters, nothing matters at all! It's also symbolic of the seasons.

Submitted: March 01, 2008

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Wake the birds with glorious bursts
Of sunlight energy to warm their feathers
They’ve been cuddling up for months now
But no sign of any heat in the frozen days
 
A fox sleeps, beneath an orange tree
But is it resting, or is it dead
Blood splattered upon the trunk
The farmer caught it and shot at its head
 
The bullet missed, it penetrated the neck
I follow the bloody footprints to where it bled
Upon lush green grass surely from God above?
Or from some amazing entity that protects us?
 
I cradled the fox’s head in my arms, it was still alive
I could hear fizzled gasps for breath
I tied my jumper gently on the wound
I pulled out my mobile and dialed the RSPCA
 
Careful to keep its neck together
It did not matter then and it does not matter now
The meaning of life is lost somehow
But this Orange tree holds memories
 
Of children playing and foxes hunting
Of ladies lying, sun bathing
Of men smoking cigars and reading the paper
Of the death of the animal, blood stained forever
 
Because the memories live on, in spirit and soul
The tree knows the answers that none of the humans know
The tree knows the reasons, the meanings, it all
The tree knows nothing till the day it shall fall
 
Sometimes acceptance is the only way to move on
You have to except the bad things in your life
The fox was a justified death, no cooing to be done
It was on the farmers land…so he shot it with a gun!
 
We do not need to know, to live and grow
We do not need a miracle for the fox or third world
We do not need magic from minds long ago
We are here, we are free, so live and be free, until it’s your turn to go
 
Tomorrow the Sun will shine, if you tell yourself inside your mind
It’s a beautiful day, no need to worry again, relax, relax
Love yourself like you know you do, let go, let go
Winter is over, it’s over…it’s dead
 
 
 
 
 


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