On a beautiful afternoon of just another day,
Thoughtfully thoughtless in my room I lay.
With The God glaring to the life below,
I casually looked outside my window.
Amongst everything within the frame just one thing there,
Caught my attention standing innocent and bare.
Balancing in the brown stood a stunted tree,
And from there started its conversations with me.

Where hopefulness and passion were far from dearth.
Studded with yellow buds all around,
Praising to reach the Almighty, escaping the ground.
Never before I experienced this transfer of energy,
With that unintentional flow, I felt liberated and free.
In the way of its rustle it gave me a message,
Indicating the control on our life's happiness gauge.
Its up to you to be smiling or gloom,
To create a space for sadness or just give no room.
That mum neighbor of mine though cannot express,
Is always blooming and spurting with unconditional happiness.
Swaying its branches along with the wind,
It covertly tells me one more thing.
Never be so rigid and stubborn with your thought,
Rooted with your principles, you gotta adjust a lot.
Resisting the storm or the scorching sun,
The buds might wither away leaving behind none.
Even in those times, my friend keeps its calm,
With the hope to rejuvenate after the harm.
And soon there are new buds with tiny closed eyes,
Not realizing how fast time flies.
Its not just a tree for me anymore,
Has a separate place in my heart which I truly adore.
With just one glance I can feel the shower,

I'll forever treasure THIS UNSPOKEN BOND we share,
A relation so unexplainable and absolutely very rare.