A tree like birth...

Felt so lost
And so tiny
In the midst of towering trees
Standing tall and strong yet aged right
With wisdom of the flowing breeze specially at night...
Which tell them tales without cease...

Stood underneath at the feet of them
Trying to grasp the meaning of living untamed...
To taste and savour how the beams of moon
Cause silver plating on them by loony tune...
Tried to fully understand
How they collect news in leaves from dust and sands...
How they assimilate opinionated claims
By their sap running like a column of liquid sense...
How they converse in whispers at night
Exchanging slokas of the brightest minds...
How they transfer every single bit of pulse
Of living to non living by being static cults
Of aging beautifully with a growth of knowledge...
As grow the souls of the ageless sages...

Felt so humbled...belittled...dismayed...
Being lost in the woods of trees so great...
Touched their trunks huge solid with cracked woody surface...
Felt how they all ravages of time witnessed...
As if they carry the crux of life...
As if they like stoic gulped down all the strife
And transmuted them into beauty and mirth...
Felt myself wishing to have a tree like birth...

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