Last Prayers

I see a tree on the verge of death
all of its leaves have departed
only to kiss the brown soil
and break down into it.
I see its hands rising up
as if saying its last prayers:
asking for a long period of peace.
And then I see a flock of birds
coming from nowhere to sit on the tree
peace – the old creature has received.

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