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. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - > tree tree tree tree tree tree tree tree tree tree tree tree tree tree tree tree tree tree tree tree tree tree tree tree tree tree tree tree tree tree tree tree tree tree tree