Silence

Once, in a deserted land,

Lived families of adults,

In harmony with nature.

They never felt hungry.

They never get tired.

All they would do was

to protect a slender tree.

Nobody knows who had planted

one tree at the highest hill around;

That single tree survived for years.

They never seek out other places.

They never speak to each other too.

All they would do was

to stay under the tree.

The realization of day and night

was there due to a sun-like figure.

Hot and shinny, it would fade out

every few hours.

They never felt sleepy.

They were never fully awake too.

All they would do was

occupy the silhouettes of the tree.

Days went by and nights.

The members of the families

Would look at the tree-

a deity figure of their life.

One day or it was one night,

I don't remember exactly.

The tree vanished into thin air.

From the highest hill around

of a deserted land

Where lived families of adults,

In harmony with nature.

Now, there's just silence.

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