Moujan Saderi

Last Sunday I happened upon a pine,

And began to climb the tree.

I climbed until my friends below

Had all forgotten me.

I climbed until I met the birds

Whose silence is a drought,

Of beauty, hope, and all the things

I could not live without.

I met the wind who roams and runs

Like a captive newly freed,

But who wishes he could take some time

To stop,

To rest,

To breathe.

I climbed until I met the sky,

And the air began to thin,

I heard rain clouds singing softly,

As my head began to spin.

I climbed until I met the stars,

Who whispered gentle prose.

Their light filled me with comfort,

As my eyes began to close.

Last Sunday I happened upon a pine,

And as I climbed the tree,

I met the inky void of death,

And I was truly free.