For the past week...
the green energy
flowing from my roots
to the stem and  briskly onwards,
to the leaves, has gone missing.
The sky is dark.
The wind is silent.

The leaves are hanging  down mutely,
unable to witness the happenings...
the bier being carried...
commencing the final journey.

The solitary crow has arrived
to peck at the bits of rice
fallen from silent lips.

The loud energetic voice that once
echoed through lung friendly
green spaces humming with
'more and more greening' activities,
now haunts the solemn atmosphere
but is seems like... the vitality,
the lively fervour has been
severed off with a knife.

Come back, come back...
whisper the swaying branches
as the teary farewell begins.