I Saw Life In A Tree

I saw life in a tree.

I saw

Three generations of leaves

Intertwined,

Adjusting themselves with

Each other side by side.

I saw leaves

The rusty ones,

Turned pale green – yellowish

And hard as a rock

As if life hit from various angles

To make them sharp enough

For survival till the

Very last breath.

I saw leaves

The fully grown ones,

Stayed in a perfect green attire

Trying to be fit in between

The other two stages of life.

It has the fragility of the fresh ones

And solidity of the rusty ones.

I saw leaves,

The boldly young ones,

A bright version of

Green fluorescent.

Begging to fly

In the scent of

Young life,

 Unaware of

Unpredictable storms

That passes by.

I saw

The leaves

Keeps changing

But the tree stands

Tall, hanging

All of them in the arms

To grow old.