Today I learned the indiffrence of trees
So passive
So unprejudiced their happiness
It rises to the level of ecstasy
When the breeze stirs the whole weight of their anatomy
It fills the atmosphere in spiritual reverberations,
As if awakening from sleep, they drowsily sway their branches,
Reluctant,
Somewhat forced by Nature,
Then they stoop again in their meditations
Happy in that state, they dream of Rain, Butterflies, Flowers, Spring, Birds etc.
Ramit
04.04.17
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