The Tree Poem by Vidya Pandarinath

Carried by a bird or the wind, the seed
Might have found its desolate way,
On this invincible weird, hill-top,
Chance spray led to its sprout;
Then found the life-force stout,
Stood its ground piercing the rocky chop -
Through its crevice and crack stay,
Unyielding in its strife with a huge lead,
And finally stand fast as a life-module,
Housing and sheltering the transient avian lot;
Strength and trophy are, in action manifest
As numerous eyes and mouths enjoy best
Striving against the hostile, not losing to rot
Being of essential use is concordance with Nature's Rule.....!