The Reed

The bush from far away is
enticing to be closer;
The green leaves and bowing twigs
on the distant sky
waving in the winds;
I pace my steps.

I drain the feelings
and
make within empty;
I remove the thorns
and
make myself soft
I remove the stumps
and
make holes within.

I tune a music
in my emptiness
in my hollowness.

And
its a note unsung.