Walking along banks of a lake in Kolkata, India, seeing
Banyon trees, very old, gnarled branches twisting all
over, looking absolutely beautiful, awesome to see.
Interpreting their nature, placing it in this poem, hop-
ing others will see the absolute beauty that unfolds
from my sight and mind.
Leaves green upon a branch, being astonished by the in-
tegrity of one huge branch in particular that has caught
my eye, I can never forget as long as I live how it hung
out over the lake, wishing I could climb it and sit there
forever!
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