The Tree
Copyright © SHRAVANI MUKHERJEE
Inspired by history,
Now I breathe
I paint beyond the future
To live ingrained in sands of time infinite
From a seed of thought, a sprout of life
Rooted to my soil, nurtured by love
I am the Tree, traveling through eons
Now aged in miles!
Silent, still and standing tall
The roars you heard, when winds had howled
My leaves of hope wither and grow
Again and again, with seasons anew
I witness time, like a child at play
To build and destroy is its favorite game
I see the changes, and how it evolves
I have been standing here all along
They all come and go
To divide things in right and wrong
I know not sides
I radiate and grow in directions all
Perennial and un-fallen,
Unscathed it seems ?
Resilient, i keep healing
With my will to live!!
