A Tree's dance

When the sky opens
 his shower,
trees dances
 to his roar and light,
washes her dusts and sins
in the heavenly shower,
she dances and dances,
finally exhausted
she fell down
on her knees
tired of love,
separation
and excitement.
To ease her,
he stopped his
shower of dews
and showered
showers of light and hope
For her to continue living....

I belong there with the trees...

Trees, they stand here and there
Brimming with silence, bare
They speak no mean words
Nor do they cut with swords
sharp as  a frown.
Oh! I belong there with the trees.

They clap and dance
to the song of the nature
Not thinking of the future
perfectly orchestrated by the wind
with the hands together bind.
Oh! I belong there with the trees.


They are wrapped and hugged
with creepers and climbers\
They may squiggle and wiggle
to the tickling of the creepers growth
But loved the creepers warmth.
Oh! I belong there with the trees.

They drink and breathe
the first drops that falls
The unmarked air that flows
with joy and bliss
And makes me miss.
Oh! I belong there with the trees.


I took that photo too at a hill station in Tamil Nadu and wrote this poem seeing the same scene.

Only God can create trees.

There stands the tree,
proud and tall
wise beyond all.
Has seen many changes,
many unexpected,
doing as expected.

Rooted to the ground
He wants to leap and bound.
So he grows into the sky,
hoping to touch the sky some day.

With patience in his leaves
perseverance in his branches
Longer he breathes
and hope to be free some day.

Looks at God all day
and lifts his leafy arms to pray.
His devotion, the purest.
constantly, he prays.

I have never seen
a poem lovely as a tree.
Poems are made by fools like me.
But only God can create trees.


I wrote this poem inspired by the majesty of trees on a vacation to kodaikannal a hill station in Tamil Nadu. The photo is also shot my me.:)