Roopa Menon - The Tree

The tree didn’t dropp from sky,
It has grown
I wish it rather
Grew into earth
And spread its branches
In safety and peace
Away from every axe.
But it chose
To rise towards sky
Smiling at sunrise
To let
The insects play
The birds sing
And the wind to tickle its twigs
To let down
Brown brittle leafs
Like long silent tears
Witnessing every war and flood
All changing seasons
Roots firmly ground
It lives on
Perhaps the only being
Left on planet
With humanity and love.

Roopa Menon

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