Aufie Zophy

Freshman - 1,518 Points (18 October 1964)

x..... The Umbrella Tree


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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Submitted: Sunday, March 20, 2011
Edited: Saturday, February 01, 2014

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  • Rookie Raeanne Furfaro (8/17/2011 2:24:00 AM)

    Gorgeous. I see the flowers falling for a brief moment of pure bliss before they die. The tree continues to bloom just as we do. Just as we will after our brief moment of life. Very well written, very well expressed once again the spirituality of life even in a tree with flowers. But that is how God created all things. To be enjoyed for the brief moment we are here. Excellent (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Amrit Rathi (4/30/2011 7:46:00 AM)

    It is a lovely poems with scenic beauty, finally conveying the profound message...our body is mortal like flowers fallen from umbrella tree but our soul may revisit the world. Great poem. I rate it 10++. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 44 Points Malaya Roses (3/29/2011 1:31:00 AM)

    Beautiful words on such wonderful affection of nature and comparison of human mortality...The poem was made with style.
    10 for you. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Sreekala Sukumaran (3/24/2011 12:30:00 AM)

    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.

    So beautifully written, and very touching too, in a very magnificiant way you have said really moved me.. Enjoyed reading and hope to read more poems from you... (Report) Reply

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