“I like trees, you know…"
“Good for you”
Crooked branches tickling the skies
Balancing between nonchalance and grace.
“How old are you?"
“Much older than what you people have built; much younger than what it is built on”
Clothed in colours
a dress that deceives.
“You must have been here for a long time”
“Comparatively”
Time is relative
what can we say
“What do you think about the changes around you?"
“I don’t”
“Something must have occurred”
“Not really! I am a tree. I don’t do that”
“You say you are amidst all of this, yet unbothered”
“Yes! I live until I can and perish when I can’t”
A mutual friend of life and death;
a journey in its own ways.
“I am different. An end awaits and I know it. Yet, I dance and scream trying to peak beyond”
“I have seen”
The breeze swept
merging us with the skies.
Some silence that left us quiet.
“You know tree, I aspire to become like you someday”
“You stupid human beings! You people will never change…"
— Ayalavan
