Near a hotel pool, close to the sea
Stands proudly, this huge umbrella tree
Its thick branches, far and widely spread
Blooming with flowers, small and softly red
on top of a wealthy green leafy bed
A breeze from the ever blue sea gushes by
Making hundreds of flowers fly high
And beauties that once ornamented the tree,
In a snow-flaky fashion, a pleasure to see,
Fall down in the pool, fall down on me
Looking at the flowers in the pool, I note
They seem to enjoy to be lightly afloat
But then it occurs to me, a jolt in my head:
They do not enjoy, they’re dead
They have become floppy, hopelessly wet
My mind fills with thoughts of my own mortality
How long will my body, my mind still be?
But my body and mind are not what makes up me.
I am my soul, which after death will be free
I think it may still come back to see
This miraculously beautiful umbrella tree.
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Aufie Zophy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/x-the-umbrella-tree/
