The Origination — A Source
An Imaginative Poem
Narrated By The First Tree Of The Earth

Bound beyond the peripheral space, the silent water slithers like a snake A virgin territory it is No humans, no animals, not even a fish Void of species A serene divinity seeps through each particle
I’m a seed from the moon I grew here The solitary living creature to tread the immaculate land I live with the moon and the mountain My reflection is my only companion My roots stretch and expand But will the moon plant my offspring?
In an unprecedented beautiful place, I’m the first and foremost tree working on an endeavor to root my gene
© Anitha Sankaran 2019
In response to the Poetry Prompt by Christina Ward 💗 —
