The Tree

2016, one fine summer day,

Broad daylight, the sky was gay;

I take myself to far lands and fields,

To spend a day relaxing, to rejuvenate, to breathe.

I drive my old, dull blue ford,

Its been a while since it last saw the roads;

And yes, it also makes some broke sounds,

Chokes on its smoke, as if hell bound.

 As I drive, I see a familiar spot,

Where I spent my innocent days quite a lot;

I stop the car right under the Tree,

Got out to sit in the shade for the spree.

And as I sat,

Was a series of flashback;

Of cheers and tears and fights and laughter,

Of hour-long discussions of a happy ever after.

I saw Grandma and my younger self, coming towards me,

I was holding her finger, tossing a penny;

I saw dad, and how I was sitting on his shoulders,

Preaching me life lessons, of struggles and boulders.

I saw big brother and how on his head I hover,

I knew it was his time of the day to meet his lover.

And in a while, there came myself and him,

Talking chokingly sweet things, till the stars kicked in.

And then I came alone, Oh! What a pity,

I remember, it was the day, I left for the city.

Time passed by, and yes, Grandma did too,

Brother took his lady and to Europe he flew;

Dad, Oh, I left and it broke his heart,

Its been two years since I saw him at Walmart.

I guess, in the end, we’re alone, dear Tree,

Sometimes they left, other times it was me;

But still you stand here, trunk and bough,

And still I stand here, body and soul.