Stumbling Upon Life

There are two flourishing trees
outside my window
that I find swaying
either to the warm winds
or to the tunes that I sing.

Mind you, l am a bad singer.
Well not bad as such
Let’s say, I’m the chorus that just lingers.

These trees are enormous
jamming to my sounds
like kids with drumsticks to pound.

They have a sense of pride
even the winds fear.
But for me, they dazzle
and always cheer.

Every day they get ready
to welcome the sun with fresh swag
later they whoosh to move my imaginary jet lag.

The crows nestled
on one of them
end of this summer.
On the tallest branch
indicating a heavy shower.

One weekend, too much party with the rain,
the trees were out of their terrain.

Further, the axes came chopping
and my trees no longer
danced to my singing.

Crying, I went to bed
Hoping, some rest will mend.
The branches will grow at their pace
But it’s me who can’t be at peace.

Time heals they say
But how much no one knows
And that’s the dismay.

-Himshree S