Saturday, February 6, 2016

You're a Tree



Picture this, you're a tree. Big, steady, solid. Your branches may sway with the wind, but you're always in the same place. People count on you, they find shelter in you for sometime and then move on in their path. And you stay.

They find you in full bloom, it shifts their mood, changes their state of mind, they stop sulking even if only temporarily. They don't acknowledge you. You don't mind.

They find you with your yellow leaves falling. You're drying up. They find it inspiring. So they write poems and songs describing you but we both know, they mean themselves even if they don't realize it. Self-centered, they are. Again, you don't mind.

They find you all dried up. If you're covered by snow, they might forgive what they call as your ugly state, they might not. You're bare to everyone. You look for shelter. Don't find any.

They complain of how quickly you keep changing. You object that it's still the same you on the inside. But they never notice. You want to tell them that you're allowed to feel just as much they are entitled to. Yet, you act like you don't mind.

Inspired by:
We all are leaves to someone, we help them revitalize. And we all are a tree to someone, we help them survive.