Today I bought an Orchid

Today I bought an orchid

My last one died a slow 

Death until one day, 

Its stem and roots separated 

There was no illusion of life 

Left in that orange clay pot.

Today I brought the new orchid home

Still unsure why the last one died, 

It wasn't enough for me to love 

Its beauty and desire 

Its presence in my house.

Today the wind blows so strong

Yet I cannot see it.

I see how it animates the trees 

Sometimes violently

Sometimes with soft caresses

Making the pine needs dance

Pine cones dropping 

It's Spring and new pine trees

Will be growing.

Today I wonder why 

Some trees fall 

Their invisible roots

Insufficient to the wind's force.

Do the weak trees answer

Some invisible call

Back to the earth

Their death the start of life

For the wind's pinecones?