O tree!
you were standing
on a piece of land
without harming anyone
swinging your small but
lovely leaves
when the last I met you
under your soothing shade
baby birds were chirping
on your twigs you had been
a hopeful destination
to tired mother-wings
dear tree!
you reminded me
many the tales of
ancient Ashrams
and holy Gurus
teaching pupils
under trees alike you
I imagined of
lovers having nice time
in full moon nights
under your shade
and imagined of the moon
peeping through your
dense branches
But I'm sorry Friend
all that ended up
with your demise
yeah, you have