Living on a tree
looking from high
see the world down
with men going up and down
know not where they
go
as there is always a thoroughfare
I see with awe
at the frenzy with which they walk
as is someone is behind them
chasing them with a stick
their face all seemingly worried
thinking of something that they have missed
I see all these from a height
feeling much for the human
who have lost all happiness
pursuing the mundane
Meenas Poems 
One reply on “Living On A Tree”
With wisdom comes the ability to see through the fog of the mundane…you no doubt have reach that point in life.