A Poem Salvaged From The Bin…

That morning when the sun Was in hurry to show his fury I settled down on the sofa My weary brow dripping The humid weather outside I had the bin emptied before me And a crumpled piece of paper Caught my blinking vision “The tree reveals of the root-rot Only when the leaves begin to fade And the branches stand ready to fall But still there come a bird or two For a brief rest… I give the roots all that I can to nourish Unaware and unguarded…” My eyes declined to go further My sweat My tears Felt alike on my cheek… The empty bin gawked 10sep2010 13.20hrs