Spring always does come
Doesn’t it?
The trees are covered and green
The soil is fresh with new growth
All that was dead has passed away
And lies no more on the ground
To trod on and forget…
But irony of ironies
Is that leaf which was dead
Maybe found not its last journey
And is now one with the soil
With love they put forward new shoots
Which I know, we shall remember
Adding to our lives silently.
I oft do wonder, if the leaf parted from its tree
Did it hurt to forget years or maybe days together,
Or was it a sweet end?
Did you get closure ?
Or leaf, did you look for permission to set forth again…?
Tell me what should I look for now.
May be you know, I am reading it all wrong
For in my doubt, the truth still I know not.
Maybe its your brothers leaf, you would miss
When you finally do yield to your love for soil.
And it’s a new world and a happy one
Cause you do meet them again
And all your friends,
Someday on the ground again
Amongst the things that grow.
Spring to us so merry
Festive and bright
Makes me almost forget the wind
That blows on the old tree.
I am restless. If yet spring hasn’t come
Don’t make them memories be shaken…
But spring does come
Always… Doesn’t it?
The branches dance on the rising wind
The old bark can creak
But they all laugh and cry
As the time flies by, root to leaf…
Maybe its not about the time
Maybe the anger wasn’t at the wind
And the branches weren’t jealous of the soil.
I don’t understand all of it yet.
What does the leaf, of the spring try to achieve?
What does the flirtatious wind want?
Or the tree desire.
I am too young still maybe to decipher
And would be young in this sense forever perhaps.
Young shoots still would grow
With hope of some light and rain and love,
And amidst all this
Only this I understand.
