The Trees To Me

Singing to myself,
I walk past the path.

The enormous trees on the promenade
stand still and straight.

“Salutations to you,
noble souls, I confide.

Overwhelmed I move
forward. Tears drop.

The cheeks turn wet.
I address them,

“Your grace is wonderful,
your generosity is unsurpassable.

The many uses of you
throng my mind.

The shelter you extend
to humanity attains prominence”.

I can go on and on,
for limiltless period.

Neem, mango, and coconut
trees grew with me.

Look fine and strong,
evolvea fortitude

I have become  weak
ineffective to withstand the times.