In My Former Life, a Cypress Tree
By Kateb Nuri-Alim Shunnar
In another life, I was a cypress tree,
Rooted deep in ancient soil, wild and free.
I stretched my arms up, reaching for the sky,
But always stayed grounded, holding the earth close,
Where so many forgotten stories were tucked away.
I didn’t need words to speak; I had presence,
Standing tall, letting the wind carry my thoughts.
Storms would roll through, the sun would blaze,
But I never broke. I was built to bend,
To sway with life’s challenges, not crumble under them.
My roots found their way to the sacred depths,
Where old dreams and spirits lingered.
I knew the land like an old friend,
Feeling every shift and pulse beneath me.
Seasons came and went, and I just… observed.
I didn’t resist. I let life happen around me,
Knowing that time flows, and it was okay to let go.
I never feared saying goodbye,
Because I understood—everything comes and goes.
In my heart, I knew the rhythm of life,
Like the cypress does: steady, calm, accepting.
Strength doesn’t come from standing firm,
It comes from knowing when to give in,
To let the wind move through you without resistance.
In that past life, I wasn’t just a tree.
I held the world, and it held me right back.
And even though I walk on two feet now,
I still feel that tree inside me, swaying gently,
Reminding me to stay rooted and free.
I love ❤️ 🌳 🌲 🌴 🌳.
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