To see the death of a palm tree

The scorching sun was like an inverted bell.
The whole park was shaking and buzzing.
That Tali palm, eighty years of silence.
It suddenly exploded today.
It dumped all the stored grain at once.
The soul in the veins of the leaves, the blood in the roots, the song in the wind
They all bloomed in the most vibrant milky white.
The burning sensation traveled from my heart to my fingertips.
The inflorescences droop down, like thousands of silvery waterfalls.
Resonate with the bells

One by one, mature seeds fell to the ground.
Smashed into dust
Sparks flew everywhere.
After eighty years of silence
The tree suddenly exerted all its strength
Rewriting death
A future burning hot
Bees, flocks of birds, wind, children
They all became its accomplices.
This tree
Breaking death into billions of new lives
take away
take away
Take it away again

The sea breeze slowly drifted in from afar.
Time is like a net riddled with holes.
They gently enveloped me together.
I suddenly realized
It is also a palm tree placed at the wrong latitude.
In the winds of years of being misunderstood
A dull ache quietly grows, segment by segment.
And in my chest cavity
It also kept a single, unopened inflorescence hidden away.
How long has it been asleep?
Almost all forgotten
But everyone originally
It's time to shine!
Everyone's life
There must be at least one
Standing at the summit

If one day
I can be like this tree.
All patience, all silence, all sorrow
Lifted into the sky
Let them explode, fall, burn out beyond repair.
So leave at any time
None of these will be regrets
It is only the grandest redemption

The wind is blowing
I let the fallen petals accompany my thoughts.
Take to the sea
I stood under the tree
Like standing in front of a day that will eventually come.

At that moment, I suddenly understood
So this is how death can be written.
Leave not a single blank space
Leaving no room for maneuver
Only take all the ink, all the blood, all the love
Splashing into the sky
Let those who come after
bend over
Pick up
This journey was bought with lives.
Hot, fresh seeds

Logan Lake by the end of 2025