the tree had hundreds of birds singing around
it grew slowly more above the ground
It's Jasmines shone like stars in the day
it watched many kids come and play

the old man used to come every morning
when everyone was in there bed snoring
he used to come with his son very happy to see the tree
and his son enjoyed it's fruits for free

he told his son it's beautiful story
how had he grown it and about it's glory
and that the tree was a friend he never had had
and to see it grow up so big and strong
he was really glad

years later his son came by
to watch it's leaves fall and go dry
I was the tree
that the man and his little son
used to see

soon my last leaf fell
the boy watched me go dead
now I had a naked head

the little boy soon became a man
he got sad because of me
and planted a new tree

and that one also grew up
to have a glory like me....
as I had become a hundred year old tree .













© Misha Goswami