An old banyan tree beside my
sweet home, everyday I see.
I take rest in peace
under its cold shadow.
sometimes I only sit silently
but, do not feel lonely.
when I touch I feel its affection
I weep for a while remembering my mother’s face.
when I was a child thinking and thinking
about my mom I lost her forever.
a cold breeze blows around me
under the banyan tree.
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sad and beautiful, sometimes the simplest things remind us of the the precious things we once had
Banyan tree in my country (Malaysia) often related to horror. Famous tragedy: missing people were found under the banyan tree and been hidden by elves.
I love the longing and nostalgia in your words