TRIPLET

Planted in the West, a tree saw,
Three branches,
rest on its main stem.
With distinct directions, they faced;
The Central, the South, and the North,
Life in all three, originated from the Root. 

Without them, this tree looked
like a gigantesque ghost -
the beauty of this tree, depended on
the atmosphere they created around,
under their cool shelter, many 
came to reside, 

Their uniform colour - symbol of their identity,
began to blur, in Autumn.
Death was knocking at their door - 
Each blamed the other, for not
resisting the Climate Change -
All birds flew away,
All communion, forgotten; 
They demanded that the tree
be cut off, for their protection. 

This tree had to stand,
right here and face; all intemperies -
it had to cross dryness, till
The next season -
But three branches were not prepared, to support. 

It was enough, when winter came - 
The three branches could
not accept to take on them,
all the winds inflicted on the tree;
it was against death, the tree was fighting - struggling to let life go 
back to the Root;

If it kept them, they would
keep blaming the tree;
right now it needed to focus on
how to pass winter - resist trials
This tree loved these three branches;
without them it looked lifeless -
but now it was best, to let them fall off -

Now, it faced scared looks of people, 
it looked horrifying at night - 
deep down the tree knew, life was secured in the heart;
It had spared its friends - one by one, 
in the same week, they fell off the stem;

The tree knows; after winter, 
there will be a beautiful restoration;
after it has been formed by tempest and trials,
and has received a teaching from life and its rhythms, 
Friends more loyal and more faithful,
will come-
It will be given to this tree - branches that will not dread winter,
but will help the tree remain.