Flowers are scattered on the ground
at the base of the tree -
nature's offering to the world,
to all those who live, and who leave,
irrespective of rank and status.
The tree offers silently,
at night when no one can see.
Offerings are elevated when unexposed, unseen.
No pompous generosity, only silent prayer -
a blessing from the sky showering below.
Aren't teachings from the scriptures similar?
Help to the needy best performed in silence.
The left hand won't know what the right does.
Humility -
that's what the tree taught me this morning.
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