I Am A Tree Poem Novels & Stories

Hinayaan ko lang na tangayin ang mapusyaw kong buhok ng hangin. I watched the trees like painted by god with it's magnificent colors. Si Sushi naman ay inaamoy amoy ang mga damo at biglang titihaya ito at ikikiskis ang likod sa damo at tsaka tatayo ulit. Hindi ko alam kung ano na naman ang iniisip nito ngunit hinayaan ko na lang dahil may mga bagay talaga na hindi ko maiintindihan kahit anong gawing pag-iisip ko.

Wala kang karapatang masaktan. Slowly, I stood up, brushing the dirt from my knees and shaking out my skirt. My legs felt heavy, as if they were filled with lead. I turned back toward the house, but instead of going inside, I walked over to the old stone bench beneath the mango tree and sat down. The branches above me cast dappled shade, and the breeze carried the scent of ripening fruit and damp earth. It was a beautiful morning—peaceful, perfect—yet I felt as if I were suffocating.

ETHAN SIERRA I was sitting under a coconut palm tree, flipping through the pages of my book while the waves crashed against the shore. The birds were humming, and the wind made the trees sway, their leaves rustling softly. It was calm, peaceful—one of those moments where everything felt right, or I thought so. “Ayoko pa kasing umuwi, Mama! Ayoko!” Sigaw ng batang babae at mabilis na tumatakbo palayo sa tinatawag niyang mama.

Hindi mainit sa katawan kaya gano'n. One more step and we're there. Hindi na paakyat kundi patag na ang aming tinatapakan. It's like the huge brunch of tree is cut and it served as the place. Walang mga sangay ng puno sa gitna, lahat ng iyon ay nasa gilid na pabilog at pinapalibutan ang kabuuan. Ang iba naman at mga dahon ay bumabalot sa taas kaya ito ang nagsisilbing bubong. This is where they're living. At the top of a gigantic sacred tree.

Bahala na si batman. Laking pasasalamat ko nang wala si Ali sa likod ng tree house kaya sinulit o ang pagtingin-tingin sa paligid na puro bulaklak. Napakabango at napakaganda a paningin. I was smiling throughout my way and it fades when I was near the tree house. Magkikita at mag-uusap lang naman kami pero sobrang kaba na itong nararamdaman ko.

Kahit isang hakbang lang. Lumapit siya, naupo sa tabi ni Lance. Hawak niya ang makapal na libro na ang pamagat ay “The Family Tree”. Si Amara ay pumwesto sa pagitan nila. Habang binabasa niya ang unang pahina, “Once upon a time, there was a tree that grew in love…”, parang may nabubuhay ulit sa puso niya. Bawat kwento ng puno, bawat dahon, bawat sangang lumalago—parang kwento nila. Wasak, pero pilit binubuo. Wasak, pero may ugat pa.

"Kung sakaling 'di ko afford bumili ng bahay, magtatanim nalang ako nito tapos gagawin kong tirahan." Mas lalo akong natawa dahil sa seryosong mukha niya, hindi talaga mabiro. Sandali lang yung naging tawa ko dahil baka bumulagta nalang ako dito at hindi na makakauwi pa. Pumikit siya at dinama ang preskong ihip ng hangin. "It's called angel oak tree, for thousands of years, trees around the world have been visited, worshipped, and celebrated. In my case, I only came her to mourn. Hoping to feel the presence of my Mom."

It was not a difficult situation since a lot of them knows the situation already and somehow, they got an inkling about it. Humarap naman naman ako sa patay na puno ng buhay. There is no trace of this tree for its revival, but I know that my blood can. But, would my blood be enough? This tree is big and it feels like my blood will be drained before it will revive the tree.

"Discomfort felt happiness melt as if heart aches complete faith shakes;" And it shakes. The manggo tree shakes. Not because of the wind but for some reason. And hundreds of birds started to migrate here on the branches of the manggo tree trying to cover us—from what we're doing. The light vanished and darkness engulfed us. The songbirds serve as the background noise para walang makaranig sa mga nakakakiliting pabulong-bulong sa isa't isa. I am not eating a manggo but I can taste it through his lips. Akala ko mga hinog lang na mangga ang nandito, bakit parang may isang naiba? Hilaw. Matigas. At parang... nabalatan na. "Experience

Siguro naman hindi ko na sila makikita dahil panigurado nagpapahinga na sila. Gusto ko munang makapaglakad-lakad. Buti na lang ang daanan ay may mga poste at ilaw dito. Hindi na ako mahihirapan pang maglakad. Habang naglalakad ako, hindi ko maiwasan mapatingin sa mga matatayog na pine trees. Totoo nga sinasabi nila, kahit sa isang pamilyar na amoy lang marami nang memories.