Penantian Sang Pohon

He was an eagle
And i'm a tree
...
Eagle places in the highway sky
Than tree roots n grow
To the point of the earth
...
When will we meet???
Later....
In one short period..
Where a tree becomes a haven of hawk
While releasing tired
Then will fly again,
...
Again...
Again....

And trees waiting in eternal place
Being part of the adventours spirit of the hawk

By. In The Room Itha