Watching God Through a Mango Tree

I am afraid of climbing trees because I feel

That I will fall down as soon I get myself

Seated on a robust and thick bough; I can’t Reconcile with the fact that the one who

Goes up, has to come down sooner or later;

But once I was pitchforked by my pals

Against my wishes, into the friendly lap of All-encompassing twigs and stems of a big

Tree, I suddenly realized that my stay there

Was not going to be bad overall;

Perched cozily on an arc made up by the

Crisscrossing stems, I could touch the

Smooth skin of mango fruits dangling

From the boughs with grace and aplomb;

I also could hear the buzzing sounds of

Beetles and other small insects narrating

Their stories in different styles; I was

Overwhelmed with joy to look at the dancing

Butterflies in gay abandon; they were Hovering around me though, beyond my reach;

The wind was blowing slowly and slowly,

Crooning a melodious song dedicated to Mother nature; hopping birds were sitting for

Sometimes on the twigs, looking mesmerized;

I was enchanted by their rainbow colours,

And began weaving the dreams instantly;

Lastly, I raised my vision to the azure sky, Which for me was the heavenly abode

Of God; I tried many times but in vain,

To peep into His kingdom, at least at once!

However, I felt that I was so near to him,

And saluted Him time and again;

I heartily wished to remain seated there,

But coming down was inevitable; for a Moment, tree appeared to me as a friend

Philosopher and guide, more trustworthy

Than my earthly pals!