Tag: Da Capo al Fine

Empty

Year by year, day by day,
The tree gave all its fruit away. ǀ Fine
The people passed, time and again,
Tasting its light—an endless when.

The tree came closer to the ground,
As higher branches raised above,
People received, not looking back,
Not thanking once for what they had.

Until one day, when empty leaves
Were everything the tree could give.
Exhausted, old, it bore no more,
It’d given all its life, its core.

Hunched to the ground, it could not raise,
And all they saw was only waste;
Ungrateful, they did not blink twice
As they each passed by what was rife.

And the old tree was left alone,
As dark engulfed the light which shone,
And the old tree looked back and thought:
“I’ve given everything… My all…

I’ve given, yet I’ve not received…
I thought of them, as I believed…
What I have done, I will recall
Till the last breathing in my core…”

Da Capo al Fine

– Patricia

Beneath What Seems to Be

A graceful deer walks alone
On cold and crystal veils of snow, ǀ Fine
As howling winds from far away
Engage in dances of decay.

Gentle and sweet, it leaves behind
Traces of life, for death to find.
Innocent, pure, it doesn’t know
That death will give its final blow.

And step by step, the spark of life
Is bound to give its final fight,
As darkness comes, approaching it,
Then waits—the perfect time to pick.

The graceful deer walks on snow,
Or so it thinks: the cold’s unknown.
And suddenly, a horrid sound
Reveals the truth: water, not ground.

A hidden lake and such thin ice,
Deceiving once, deceiving twice.
The fragile deer feels cruel fear,
And in a breath it disappears…

And now it’s gone and silence comes,
As death now waits for other ones.
The scenery is still—a lie,
As frozen tears fall from the sky.

Nothing betrays what here has been,
The frozen lake looks like a dream,
The trap is set, deceives again:
Alluring, lifeless requiem.

Da Capo al Fine

– Patricia