I Wish, I Dream, O Tree!

I wish I were a tree

Overlooking the window of our’ Hostel additional 3″

My scarce hair atop the shrunken still leaves

And my braided tail, swinging, the knotted greenery

My hands spreading for the boughs in many styles forked

My shoulders the meeting point of their hideaway;

For sashaying squirrels and sparrows little

My feet the rigid clasp of roots grounded

My body the primary bark

Tickled most fervid, washed by a swarm

Welcoming my shoulders, I would shudder excited

“It is the Zephyr, I am not shy,” I would subtly smile

Through my cork hardened teeth when nobody would see

Squirrels’ bushy pony would swipe off the smeared dusts and dilly-dallying dirt!

I would be the slate for numerous tattoos of claws, relic for feathers fair and foul!

A hoard of nimble squirrels may every morn come

And sparrows may play with them flying from bough to bough

Soft brown birds with snow white fringed wings!

Polar white winged birds circle at par with all yonder!

Fire-orange flamed in the wings with whole black for the physical limit.

Ah these two are rarest sight to my double sided eyes,

Both hardly mingles with me and my kin.

All make me the hallmark of a lovely junction

Mid their early morning counsel

I feel a student enlightened

In the classroom of nature

The teacher in sundry shapes and sizes shelter

Can I not be here crucified like Christ

Mingling into the tints, tones and hues of the brown bark and green top ?

Stone-still, voiceless yet content amid.