THE WILSONITE : Reloaded

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Monday, November 07, 2005

Tree-Talk

What does it feel like to be a tree?
To be home to a bird,
A secret hollow for a squirrel.
To have the wisdom of eons gone by……
What does it feel like to be a tree?
To break out into the hues of autumn
Into colours of red, yellow, orange, rust
To have a story to tell for every century
To have a thousand leaves,
Each with a life, and story of its own.
To have the sunbeam caress it every dawn,
And the moonlight dance on it every dusk.
To re-invent itself every autumn,
To be covered by a soft blanket of snow every winter,
To blossom in the spring,
To be a mother to a hundred pretty flowers,
To be an enigma in itself,
To be a source of serenity and help soothe,
and quieten the voices of the mind
What does it feel like to be a tree?
To hurt when pierced by a cruel axe,
To shiver when a flower is plucked,
And yet to continue to be, so forgivingly,
One of nature’s greatest gifts to mankind…

-RIYA

3 Comments:

  • At 12:35 PM, Blogger THE WILSONITE said…

    Awesome,as i told u earlier. its amazing how u can think on such lines and pen down ur thoughts with such beautiful words. its simply pleasurable to read. bring it on...some more of ur works

    Mini g

     
  • At 9:19 PM, Blogger THE WILSONITE said…

    exhausted all the appreciation on the trip....cant think of netin more now bt u forgot to add ur name riya..i hope u dint do dat on purpose.

     
  • At 9:44 PM, Blogger THE WILSONITE said…

    thank you, shahvan...
    but no, i didnt do it on purpose...
    RIYA.

     

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