When the rains came,
You gave me your arms.
Your branches didn’t deny me the shade I needed when the sun was up.
Your root went deep into my marrow and if the heart were a tissue, that land would have been fertile for your growth.
On your stem, I found refuge while inhaling fresh oxygen.
Why did you fall?
Should I decide to run for cover, where do I go?
Where are your branches and where are your roots?
You were so useful I almost forgot the sun and the rain.
Your fragrance was my perfume. Long lasting, sweet and feminine
Your root has left a shaft that sand cannot fill neither can erosion wipe away the memories of where you stood.
While I get a tree that will give me shade, make sure you get a better place to plant yourself.