The huge tree in the corner
with branches big and strong
spreading them in width
elongating in varied lengths
stood majestic and massive
cruising itself to altitudes high.
The branches with leaves dense
bent down unable to bear the weight
almost touching the ground
looked as though they are kissing the land
showing gratitude to the soil
from where they grew.
Having been there for decades together
becoming almost a part of the corner
a familiar loving figure all the more
a home to hundreds of birds and insects
extending a place to rest for passers-by
guarding them from heat and rain.
Serving the people and birds with
no expectation
the tree stands as a symbol of age and honour
living there in the corner with all pride
having seen children playing there
the same kids now grown and tall
having themselves fathered many sons
wishing them all well from its abode.
Not having moved an inch from its place
the tree has seen events and incidents great
there being an intense joy and deep melancholy
running undercurrent in the scroll of human life
being a witness to all the happenings
recording them with mute speculation.
With equal awe and inspiration
the people around get past the tree
nurturing a fear looking at its grandeur
sitting down under her shade at times
recollecting the past and hoping for the future
being a solace and consolation to all at all times.
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