Upon Such A Decadent Tree A Cycle Of Life Is Made. Poem by RIC BASTASA

it is sad to see
the coconut tree dead

its old trunk had been
debarked

it has been a year
already and the tree
has decayed a bit
but not fallen from where
it stood

on the other side of this
sadness
are the birds with beaks
boring a hole on its side
to make it their home

eggs are laid and soon
they will hatch

soon the fledglings
will make their usual sounds
of helplessness waiting
for their mothers to fee
them

upon such a decadent tree
a cycle of life is made.