Moonwashed Weekly Prompt: March 25 2025

Poem:

Trees remind me of permanence when I experienced impermanence.

While I was living away from home,

I used to fly back for visits.

I saw familiar trees

on familiar roads.

My heart ached.

Those trees have lived

on familiar soil

since being planted,

while I was uprooted

to somewhere far away.

I thought it wasn’t fair.

I was jealous of those trees.

I pined for home.

Then one day,

I was uprooted again –

to return to my familiar ground.

I praised and thanked God.

Now I’m not jealous of these trees.

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