My Tree and I

Do the Trees, I often wonder

Ashok Sawhny Mar 21, 2021
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Do the Trees, I often wonder
Sleep, at night, as we do,
Do they dream of stars and the Moon above
Or, sometimes
Of those also, who seek their solace below
The boughs of the leaves that shade provide ,
A little corner by the road,
A place to rest
A place to hide,
Like the arm that you and I use
Across the eyes,
To save ourselves from the glaring Sun
Shining, brightly, in the Noon skies
That, does, of course, a warmth bring
From the harshness of a Winter’s chill
Until,
The the arrival of the
Spirit of Spring
When, the heart knows
But, the mind does not
That, it too can,
Like the Nightingale,
Sing

For, the heart it is, the repository of
All things nice and beautiful,
Like Music
Both, uplifting and
Soulful

Or, do the trees also dream of those
For whom it is not just a place to rest
But, a place where twigs and leaves,
Not cement and mortar,
Are what give them
A Nest,
Those Birds, that wander in the blues
Flapping wings all day long
Why, we shall never know
For, we are mostly without clues,
Warbling, perhaps, humming a song
As skies they do in their thousands,
Throng

Or, are Trees like the flowing Rivers
That glide along, no questions asked,
To barren fields, the life- givers
Doing what they have to do.
To Destiny, forever, true.

The Tree, too, a life- sustainer
Breathing in what we breathe out
To fill us, then, with Oxygen
And, help us lead our normal lives
Till we, too, are met one day
By our wandering Destinies
Someplace, along Life’s destined
Way.

My Tree
That looks at me each day
Is, for me, an eternal friend,
The one I look at, lovingly,
Thankfully,
As we, both, from
Slumber Awake,
At the break of Dawn, the Morning light
That like the phantom plays around
With what I see, at the end of Night.

As, the cock crows and birds chirp
We greet each other
But, silently,
Words not needed to convey
Our gratitude, for the blessing of another
Day.

My Tree,
It knows my Destiny
For, it will still be there
Long,
Long, after Me.

What a barren place this all world be
If it were not for the majesty
Of the Tree,
Eternally.

(The author is a prolific poet who has over 30 poetry books to his credit. He can be reached at ashoksawhny06@gmail.com/ www.ashoksawhny.com)

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