Trees Poem by Suman Pokhrel

My eyes are upon the trees.

For, trees do not live in fragments.
Till they fall, they stand
Flanked by life in its own embrace.

In the daytime sun is enough
In the rain, rain.
Their hunger does not outdo
The size of their won.

Breeze means a dance for them
Moon means joy.
When darkness accompanies them
They invite it for sports.

Trees don not seek to get
Beyond where their roots meet
They never dream of flying, Their
Roots in the air.

They do not need anything but
Soil to stand on.
They don't pine for a thing after
Branches, leaves, birds.
Trees do not allow, their dreams
To wander
Further than the horizon
Their eyes meet.

And I, weary of life's
Haste and woes,
Tired in the mind, body and all else,
Here sit on the earth low
And against the background of
The horizon of a rising moon,
Stare at the trees.

Ah! They are erect without cares
Those evergreen temples,
Across the landscape
Of my eyes.