Morning Walk

I have noticed the small tree

on my morning walks everyday, 

standing there, in a silhouette 

waiting eagerly for the Sun to rise. 

As the first rays of crimson,

covers me and the world beneath, 

in its tender warm glow; 

I have,actually seen the tree

looking up and smile at the Sun. 

It really looks lovely,

like a young girl in her first flush of youth.

Happy,carefree but slightly nervous. 

Someone whom you could kiss 

gently on the cheeks,not on the lips, 

in a gesture of love without passion. 

Like an old admirer, I watch her daily. 

In that corner, with a greeting smile. 

Today,it was a wet and moist morning 

hiding the Sun behind layers of clouds. 

Very few people had come out for a walk. 

As I passed the tree, I found it forlorn. 

As if she knew her lover, the Sun 

won't come to meet her today. 

Still she waited for him. all by herself. 

I noticed the flowers falling

from the branches,one by one silently. 

I stopped,to collect some of them 

in the cupped palms of my hands, 

I felt them with all my senses. 

Moist, pure and smelling fresh, 

they reminded me of somebody, 

far away, somewhere,years ago. 

Was she still waiting for me ?

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