The trees in the garden
called me near with a request
hearing their call I went closer
they bent down to talk to me
I stood on my heels to reach them
they bent into half or even lower
still could not reach me
I trying to lift my heels
could push no further
we , both at different levels
being able to hear each other
got into the conversation
with the tree asking me
never to cut her or uproot her
as she is my well-wisher
and would prove a great asset
with her branches wide and large
warding off the dust and pollution
remain faithful to my children also.
Stroking her with love
I assured her that I would never do harm
as I relish her company more than anything.
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