Fulfilment

With the rising ache in my heart, 

I hear the sound of termite

who is hollowing my tree, 

slowly and slowly it would

turn into unburnt ashes. 

Half of the ashes would flow

with the blowing wind, 

settle on the doorsteps

and crumbled window panes

of my dear, 

Hence gives the last message

of fallen tree. 

Remaining ashes would submit

themselves to the soil

and there lies a skeleton

filled with worms and ants. 

Finally, the tree isn't lone 

anymore.