A plant grew rather far above, The hawk could not go higher, Green with vines twisted ‘round, Winding, winding, upwards. Fruit unknown dwelt up there, Largest flowers bloomed, I’d take a year to climb the half, Winding, winding, upwards. Like a tree, and like a vine, Thick as a king’s palace, Strangest plant ever lived, Winding, winding, upwards. Some even dwelt in the plant, Its seed was tall as a tree, Who could ever see the top, Winding, winding, upwards. But the strongest things, Can even come to an end, Its size could not save it, Winding, winding, upwards. All things that have life, Could not live without water, No rain came to the plant, Winding, winding, upwards. Dry as dust, it crumbled, Falling to the ground as dirt, Never saw the like again, Winding, winding, upwards. As soon as its life passed, Memories passed quicker, No soul but I remembers it, Winding, winding, upwards. Even the most amazing sights, Quickly pass of our mind, Even something like the plant, Winding, winding, upwards. I then began to collect its dust, Last relic of its reign, It piled into the largest mountain, Winding, winding, upwards. I could not think of what to do, The mountain could not be missed, But when ten years had passed, Winding, winding, upwards. No mountain stood there, A single tall vine-like tree, With all its mother’s majesty, Winding, winding, upwards. I do not think I’ll see its death, I now sit rather weary and aged, But I think the circle will go on, Winding, winding, upwards. Who knows who will be like I, Remembering alone its glory, And collecting its dry remains, Winding, winding, upwards. I wonder even if I’d be the only one, If I shall have a successor, A loyal guardian of the plant, Winding, winding, upwards. I often wonder also, How could it come to be, With all its single glory, Winding, winding, upwards. Never shall I see again, In this single, lonely life, A glory like the plant, Winding, winding, upwards. Now the new plant looks a fresh, The others think it will never go, But aged I know much better, Winding, winding, upwards. As I said much before, Even that great will end, But Father and his Kingdom, Winding, winding, upwards. And as I look toward the sky, I think I see a glowing dot, As it comes closer I realize, Winding, winding, upwards. It is the near impossible top, I hold on to its starry, glowing tip, With all my might I pull onto it, Winding, winding, upwards. A mighty swing into the sky, I quickly reach its natural height, Quaking and quivering I look down, Winding, winding, downwards. Then I look slowly upwards, And brightness fills my eyes, A shining wonder lies above, Winding, winding, upwards. I then reach to touch the light, I strain and stand on my toes, But then there is a sudden jolt, Winding, winding, downwards. Amazingly I still feel my body, I open my eyes with a shudder, And there is my bed and desk, Winding, winding, upwards. I think it might have been a dream, But I open my closed hand, And there is a speck of light, Winding, winding, upwards. Then outside is another shout, And dust falls from the sky, Yet another plant has met its end, Winding, winding, upwards. I feel a pain within my heart, A darkness envelopes my eyes, Never shall I touch another plant, Winding, winding, upwards. I wish I could see another plant, But never shall it be such, Even I must come to an end. Winding, winding, upwards. I hear voices around me, A blurry figure above my head, Then I take a last deep breath, Winding, winding, upwards. I found my grandfather’s poem, This one you are reading now, And I add he lead a wondrous life, Winding, winding, upwards.
I wrote this one or two years ago. It is 31 verses long. For this poem club stodio.
