‘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.