‘It must be a magic tree’, was what I
thought.
Although I smiled to myself at the
idea...
Still, I couldn’t escape its reverie,
every time.
I am even surprised at how naturally
I feel at awe that I am ashamed.
What I find most blindingly beautiful
is not the sight.
But the fact that it is there –
unchanged.
At times, the morning sun rises
without mercy spreading a bout of draught across the land.
As in life, some days go bad as they
can go
and some days, it gets so boring that
you’d miss the storm and the draught.
But the magic tree stands through the
days as it never was...
Whereas I have shed tears and much
more.
I wish to be strong too, don’t you
think I do?
It's a magic tree.
