Eternal

She gave life to many,
Shelter to multitude.

Storm destroyed her still.
Still she came back,
sculptured as a Swan.

Swollen root, tree dust and
some amount of glue
shaped her.

Startling minds in the shop
settled with this swan which
seemed as a perfect fit to their showcase.

Sufferings of the
shattered carpenter ended;
saving few bucks to move with his life.

She didn’t lose her life, nor did
she stop saving lives.
Spiritual and Artistic rebirth it was.

She is yet to live another long-span,
sitting within closed doors
something that differs from her previous birth.

— STORY OF A FALLEN TREE