The Tree and the Life

This heart had stopped beating

jolted to a halt, fading out

As the wind battered the tree.

all the fruits of love

falls to the ground in grief

along with his reason to live

He stood unperturbed

losing his leaves and moves

where once he used to dance

to every twist and curl

in the evening breeze.

No butterflies or birds

eager to cling to his hands

because he had stopped swaying

and he had stopped caring.

Abruptly came the rain

inconceivable in this barren land

dampening every root and vein

honestly uplifting, setting his stand.

But his heart still asleep without any strain

to beat again.

Then she appeared

as vivid colours of light on the horizon

thumping repetitiously on his heart

Till he began to breathe once more.

Then he asked himself-

Can I have her to myself

when her gift deserves

more than what I can honour?

I knew - she is not mine alone

But she’s for the world to see.