The Tree

We are all bound by Time......yes capitals, for we revolve round the clock. Sometimes harrassed, sometimes  dreading an event or the other extreme-- anticipating a long awaited union with a loved one, we allow the present to slip  like the sands of the hourglass, silent and unnoticed.  Seasons come and go, life carries on, time marches ahead but what remains is our resilience to face each day with the same love and enthusiasm that we had as children or as  hopeful youth willing to take on the impossible with a cheerful grin. 

THE   TREE

Not many leaves remain

on this bare withering tree

braving the strong winds of destiny.

Yet proudly its branches lift skywards

as if reaching out to the clouds laughingly.

Its roots are strong , its trunks firm and smooth

so what if its leaves are few and far between

Is it not the season of the Fall?

Ere winter comes its snowy beauty beckons one and all.

The tree now majestic in white 

glimmers in the moon-lit night

Unafraid, as if smiling in delight 

at the unsurpassed beauty of the  shimmery and starry night.

See, the snow is melting down the slopes,

See, the tree now harsh and brown but awake 

to the hibernating life-forms now active below.

A tiny green appears waving a cheery Hello!

And soon the tree is covered with shades of green 

growing, blossoming and welcoming the eternal spring.

Happy is it in its garb of green,

Happy it was in its white sheen

For naught else but the eyes behold

the beauty waiting to be seen.

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IN AN AEROPLANE

Up in the sky where we see the world go by,

Clouds of various shapes and hues

Float below the prism blue

whispering messages, "We are passing clouds and will sail to pastures new,

life is a journey between two points of time 

and not haggling over yours and mine."