The Tree

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!!