By Dr. Vinita Ashit Jain.
The tree stood
Tall ,
Majestic,
Proud ,
With its glistening
leaves of green,
Amidst the wind
and the elements-
Swishing,
Swaying,
Laughing.
Today stands bereft and lonely,
The leaves yellow and browning,
Tired,
Shrivelled,
Withered
And fallen,
Sans a few hanging on
For dear life.
They are there,
For they share a bond
With the tree.
Soon it will be time
For them to fall too,
To go…
And my heart is sad, despondent…
To see time take its toll .
But wait-
What do I see?
Along the length of the branches
Are tiny buds,
Hundreds of them,
Quietly waiting,
Waiting for the right time,
Waiting for the right moment,
Waiting for their turn,
To open up,
To spring forth,
To bloom
And work their magic!
To make the tree whole again ,
With fresh , shining , verdant
Leaves , bright and new ,
Filled with
Vigour,
Life,
And
Hope.
Taking the tree
From a cold, harsh winter
To another blossoming spring,
From darkness unto light,
From death unto life.
The Circle of Life –
Timeless,
Endless,
Eternal.