The Tree and The Wind

Pre-Blog Statement: First… A big big Sorry to all those repeat visitors who found my blog not updated for a long time… I didn’t get the time (nor the inspiration) to sit and write. For those who don’t know, I’ve started going to work. It’s quite boring… but hey, it’s a living!
So here’s my comeback post! Enjoy!!! (Not sure about the title though… after you read it, if you can think of some better title, do tell me.)

I stood by the lake
Not too big or strong,
As Trees around me
But Proud I was…

Everyday the Wind came
Sweeping upon my Leaves
A Gentle Breeze to all Who passed me
Strong was he… Awed was I…
I Saw him Everyday
But he did not see me

‘O Wind!’ I spoke
‘Will you talk to me?’
‘Later Tree!’ Wind replied
‘I have many places to go…’
And He would fly by

I stayed… With Hope each day
And Wind flew by
Saying the same way
‘Later Tree! I have many places to go…”

Waiting for the Wind One Morning
I saw a Little Girl coming by
‘Please Tree!’ she said
‘Can I have some Fruit?’
‘Go away!’ I said
‘I am waiting for the big strong Wind!’

She returned next morning
‘Please Tree! Can I have some Fruit?’
I felt a little sorry for the Child
‘Alright! Take some’ I told her
‘But go away soon…
I am waiting for the big strong Wind!’

Excited she was
Picked two fruits and left
I heard a sound…
It was the big strong wind!
‘O Wind! Please will you talk to me?’
I begged him.
‘Please Tree! Leave me alone!’ Wind replied
See, I have many places to go…’

Every morning the Child came
I gave her some Fruit
But wanted her to hurry…
So I could see the big strong Wind!
He did not see me much
‘I have many places to go’, he said
But awed I was… of the big strong Wind!

One fine morning, I was waiting for the Wind…
Then a shadow appeared at a distance
‘It must be the Child’ I thought
‘Coming for her Fruit’

But I was wrong…
It was a Man
Having a strange tool
Coming toward me

‘What do you want?’ I asked him
‘I cut wood, Tree!’ He said
‘And I am here to chop you down!’
I was shaken…

Before I could speak anymore
The big tool struck me
Pain seared through me
Then… I saw the big strong Wind!
Flying Toward me

‘O Wind! Help me!’ I cried
‘This man is chopping me down…’
‘Sorry Tree.’ Wind replied
‘I cannot help you…
I have many places to go…’

‘O Wind! I have such respect for you…
Please save me…’ I wanted to say
But I did not… For all I could do
Was watch the big strong Wind fly by

The pain of the tool
Kept spreading through me…
For what seemed like hours
Then I saw… Another shadow
‘Oh is it another man? To chop me?’ I thought

But it was the Child
Who had come for Fruits…
I saw in her eyes
A sense of disbelief
And, before a big blow struck me
I thought that I saw a tear…

As I fell on the ground
The last moment
I saw…
The Man with a triumph in his Face
The Wind, far away, flying around merrily

And then, I saw the Child
Leaning beside me
Now I knew for sure
I had seen a tear

But it was too late
‘Sorry!’ I wanted to say
I wanted to show the Child
Some tears of my own
To let her know
I felt for her too…
But alas… I was a Tree!
And it was too late…

The Tree and The Wind

Pre-Blog Statement: First… A big big Sorry to all those repeat visitors who found my blog not updated for a long time… I didn’t get the time (nor the inspiration) to sit and write. For those who don’t know, I’ve started going to work. It’s quite boring… but hey, it’s a living!
So here’s my comeback post! Enjoy!!! (Not sure about the title though… after you read it, if you can think of some better title, do tell me.)

I stood by the lake
Not too big or strong,
As Trees around me
But Proud I was…

Everyday the Wind came
Sweeping upon my Leaves
A Gentle Breeze to all Who passed me
Strong was he… Awed was I…
I Saw him Everyday
But he did not see me

‘O Wind!’ I spoke
‘Will you talk to me?’
‘Later Tree!’ Wind replied
‘I have many places to go…’
And He would fly by

I stayed… With Hope each day
And Wind flew by
Saying the same way
‘Later Tree! I have many places to go…”

Waiting for the Wind One Morning
I saw a Little Girl coming by
‘Please Tree!’ she said
‘Can I have some Fruit?’
‘Go away!’ I said
‘I am waiting for the big strong Wind!’

She returned next morning
‘Please Tree! Can I have some Fruit?’
I felt a little sorry for the Child
‘Alright! Take some’ I told her
‘But go away soon…
I am waiting for the big strong Wind!’

Excited she was
Picked two fruits and left
I heard a sound…
It was the big strong wind!
‘O Wind! Please will you talk to me?’
I begged him.
‘Please Tree! Leave me alone!’ Wind replied
See, I have many places to go…’

Every morning the Child came
I gave her some Fruit
But wanted her to hurry…
So I could see the big strong Wind!
He did not see me much
‘I have many places to go’, he said
But awed I was… of the big strong Wind!

One fine morning, I was waiting for the Wind…
Then a shadow appeared at a distance
‘It must be the Child’ I thought
‘Coming for her Fruit’

But I was wrong…
It was a Man
Having a strange tool
Coming toward me

‘What do you want?’ I asked him
‘I cut wood, Tree!’ He said
‘And I am here to chop you down!’
I was shaken…

Before I could speak anymore
The big tool struck me
Pain seared through me
Then… I saw the big strong Wind!
Flying Toward me

‘O Wind! Help me!’ I cried
‘This man is chopping me down…’
‘Sorry Tree.’ Wind replied
‘I cannot help you…
I have many places to go…’

‘O Wind! I have such respect for you…
Please save me…’ I wanted to say
But I did not… For all I could do
Was watch the big strong Wind fly by

The pain of the tool
Kept spreading through me…
For what seemed like hours
Then I saw… Another shadow
‘Oh is it another man? To chop me?’ I thought

But it was the Child
Who had come for Fruits…
I saw in her eyes
A sense of disbelief
And, before a big blow struck me
I thought that I saw a tear…

As I fell on the ground
The last moment
I saw…
The Man with a triumph in his Face
The Wind, far away, flying around merrily

And then, I saw the Child
Leaning beside me
Now I knew for sure
I had seen a tear

But it was too late
‘Sorry!’ I wanted to say
I wanted to show the Child
Some tears of my own
To let her know
I felt for her too…
But alas… I was a Tree!
And it was too late…