“Is this your first breath there, or is it your last here?
Who has written your story? Do you know your story? “
I’ll put on a coat now, I’ll tell you stories now.
You could walk with me if you like or turn away
Either way is just fine.
Beneath my coat you won’t find a dress,
Because I’m a perfect mess.
My sweater and my jeans comfort me. Keep me warm.
On the banks of the river, I shall walk.
The trees are giving away,
The leaves now grow old, gracefully.
Red, as though the lord had put in a little bit of fire in them.
They shall burn, they shall give light.
All before they let go.
Of themselves, of forgetting their names.
Someone will take over, they have to.
The bridge will still stand, strong. People will walk.
The benches and public phones will stay.
They’ll always lead to the Eiffel.
Like the bridges in our life. They’ll lead us to where we belong.
Sit under that tree, oh! It’s beautiful.
“Linden”; It’s name.
Every step on that path shouts love and purity.
That’s how our lives should feel.
You, your loved one(s)
Beauty. Eternal love.
Sit on that bench,
Upon your head will you see, the tree smiling at you
Guarding you, protecting you
Like your innocence, and childhood.
As though it’s blessing you.
Its leaves the shape of a heart.
God’s the best writer,
You don’t have to have a private plane,
And you don’t have to have a grand wedding.
It’s all there.
Nature has it all, laid out for you.
Life’s not a burden, it’s not a game.
He sent you down, to be a part of him.
To marvel at his works of perfection,
The one we, mortals would never create.
Sit there, look at that river
Breathe the air that brings life
Not the one that causes cancer.
He may not be your soul mate,
He may not be your brother,
Not even your father.
She may not be your sister,
Maybe not your mother,
But embrace them,
Embrace them all.
Those who stand by you, hold their hand.
Take a while,
Walk with them.
Not in metro’s, not in the office, not on Skype
But in real life.
Feel the touch of human skin,
The supple creation, designed to comfort.
How does it feel?
To know you have the warmth on the cold winter night?
Maybe that’s why this road was made,
Probably why it was never the same.
Maybe the leaf of the tree over your head will eventually fall,
And tree will one day have new leaves,
But it will always.
Life goes on.
And it’s okay to sit there, pamper yourself
Let the tree and its leaves heal you,
To hold the hand of those you love,
Before your journey ends,
Till you reach your destination.