Do u ! like i do.

A little souvenir of the journey to Dehradun

I see these trees
With a lively neighbourhood ,
I see these trees
Standing firm in solitude .

The ones positive
Bloom like they never had ,
Those on the contrary
Cry as if forever sad.

Some are huge
As if lived for ages,
Some in their infancy
Fight heat hazes.

They tell fables
Of centuries passed by,
They imply endurance
To stand firm and try.

They give hope
Teach to be unique,
They reveal variety
Can be allied with peace.

Some being dark
Have a villainous look,
But I do know
Only the cover is not the book.

They remain ever fixed but
Never the same,
Look at the dusty ones
They never complain.

Some stand at ease
Some in attention,
I feel privileged here
For a very special mention.

Their throats are cut
Souls burned
For silly humans
Don't treat them like one.

They are comfort
They are old pals,
They are fancies
To the world of mortals.

The scent they render
Feels like love
Mother nature
Showers on the universe.