The Mutual Friendship Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Every morning I looks my beloved tree
A grand old tree with hundreds of small branches
Strengthened with strong roots inside to earth
As if earth saying, see you are safe and stay along
The tree welcomed all but we could not talk
It can grasp the feeling of a living being
The man that I gives special attention
Often a flower in my hand walks to the tree
And place it nearby and tells the tree
See before my birth you stood here
After I depart you should be there, to mourn
Saying there was a man here he loved me
All through his life and looked me every morning