Tree

Like dust to dust

and ash to ash

you will remain the same man,

because you wish to live in the past.

You tell me that I’ve changed

and I tell you that I’m glad,

because the bigger tree has the best shade you’ll ever have.

 

The ripples disappear on the water’s surface

and you’re just a sinking rock.

The tree still stands when a branch is cut off

and you’re just an unnecessary part.

 

I will move forward while you stand still and believe

that you were important enough to break my heart.