CREEPER

Walking along contour like paths
Of the wilderness one day
I came across a grove of
Olive and violet creeper gay
Laden with hundreds of
Passions on it and
Fragrant twinkling flowers
Providing a selfless treat
To hummers and hovers
That gathered around
Feeling happy I moved on
Wishing to see it
Again on some other day
Carried away in the stream
Of time and work I returned
A month later to see
Neatly cut trunk of
A dead tree hiding
Under the vine
Scattered all around
Crushed and stamped
Snatched and pulled
The greens and yellows
And the violets that adorned
The dead tree lie lifeless
Torn and bruised all over
Unable to see, I moved away
Never to return, failing
To erase that I saw the other day.
Time again, a big healer
Seemed to call me
Making me restless and
Forcing me to pace my
Lousy steps, regretting
My inability to stay away
I proceeded avoiding the spot
But lo! My eyes sparkled as
They registered soft tender
Tendrils encircling the
Remains of the dead tree
As though a teenager
Waking out of sleep
Yawning and stretching
Her hands to the blue sky.
Every particle in this world
Living embodiment of
The way of the nature
No matter what happens
The life goes on and
The life goes on.

Tags: contour, wilderness, grove, creeper, passions, hummers, hovers, dead tree, embodiment, life

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