The Dreaming Tree

An environmental fable, as haiku/tanka sequence (with audio)

Zarina Dara 🥀💃🏻
Oct 10 · 2 min read
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Every day he feeds
the tree, that appeared so
unexpectedly

from tiny seed, of
mysterious origin.
First seen as stalk of

springtime green, its tip
unfurled into a leaf, wide
single star, five points

of jagged edge. He
waters it. Soon a sapling
in a pot, sprouting

high, leaning toward
the sun. He shifts it to a
well lit spot; wonders

where it came from, how
best to give it space. It thrives,
nonetheless. It’s his,

yet not — wondrous thing;
he buys fertiliser, reads
on how to nurture

this living, breathing
child. And still it grows, too large
for his balcony —

he sneaks it to the
courtyard plot below. And still
it grows; roots spreading

underground, feeling
drops of moisture through concrete,
bursting water mains

in its endless thirst.
Neighbours complain; its tendrils
reach through plugholes, cracks,

fissures — shaking brick
foundations to the core. Then
the unthinkable —

walls tumble down, like
Jericho, Gaia’s foliaged
warrior the cause.

His neighbours flee, for
urban sanctuary. He stands
there in the rubble,

breathes in green, fragrant
air. She towers above; it
seems she smiles — blue wrens

chirrup through verdant boughs. And
every day, he feeds this tree.

© Zarina Dara 2019. All Rights Reserved



Written in response to Brett Christensen’s thought-provoking prompt “nurture” — with more than a nod to Deborah Christensen’s previous prompt “grow” — both in House of Haiku.

Inspired by an idea dreamed up by Mr Sagacity (aka my husband) over his breakfast this morning, and developed/written/published with his blessing — although my version of this story is much lighter and brighter in tone than the idea he pitched to me!

Also inspired by the tiny plane tree that once sprouted, quite mysteriously, in a pot on my balcony — to my delight and consternation, in equal measure. Sadly, my little sapling didn’t survive long enough to outgrow its first home.

House of Haiku

Haiku is a form of poetry usually inspired by nature, which embraces simplicity. We invite all poetry lovers to have a go at composing Haiku. Be warned. You could become addicted.

Zarina Dara 🥀💃🏻

Written by

sneaking poetry into the corners of the day, and telling stories to myself in grasp of sanity.

House of Haiku

Haiku is a form of poetry usually inspired by nature, which embraces simplicity. We invite all poetry lovers to have a go at composing Haiku. Be warned. You could become addicted.

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