Beloved Soul

Every day, he stands wishfully

With beautiful twinkling eyes,

With wide open arms,

With fluttering joy,

When I walk towards him,

He nods at me avidly,

As if he waited for my arrival all night,

I walk every day to him to clasp hands,

If I miss to clasp hands in a hurry,

He frowns at me angrily,

Next day, he punishes me to stand longer,

When rain pours, he stops the rain for a while,

And saves me from getting wet.

When sun breathes fire, he tries to pull all his energy,

And puts his mighty arms to hold the sun rays.

He keeps himself clean and fresh,

He never looks untidy;

Even the worst damage happens to him,

He puts a sturdy look to show off he is strong,

I laugh at his act.

Sometimes, when people hurt him,

He holds his tears so well,

But, I can’t hold mine…

Now the time has come to say good bye to him

There he stands knowing nothing,

With those glittering leaves,

With those ages of wrinkles,

With the youthful green,

With his huge masculine stem.

I know not how long he has been standing there!

But, I know him for past four years,

When I first saw him,

He stood so old and dirty;

But when I began to talk to him,

He became young and charming.

Yes, I am rational person,

I don’t believe that a tree can communicate,

But my reasons cannot deny

The fact that tree is a living being.

I am reminded of Tolkien’s Treebeard,

Saying that human beings used to hear us talk long ago,

As the time goes on

They have grown deaf to us

And so we turned mute!