Seed...
...placed , watered in the soil
With the hope, of Turing into
'Tree'

Seed...
...Forming cotyl
... That eventually differentiates
In epicotyl & hypocotyl
To turn into a leafy stem,
And a fibrous root to be...

Stem...
Growing, developing
...Into a bigger one indeed!
Gradually, happily forming leaves!
Bifurcating into two and many branches to be....

Roots...Helping the stem
Stem... Helping roots
growing in water & sunny heat.

Stems...Now branches
Branches...Now leafy branches
Happily exhibiting their grape green leaves!

The leaves, being a proud elements
Of the latter tree to be,
Working, dedicating,
All their energy
To fulfill their needs.


But oh! These leaves,
These generous ones indeed,
Are unaware , so unaware
Busy working days and nights,
Devoid of greed.

They rejoice at  the tree yielding its fruits,
They rejoice when the tree ripens it's fruits,
they rejoice, when these see birds and beasts,
Relishing how yummiliciously sweet it is.

It all passes,
Never worrying them about grosses.
The young leaves come,
And greener it becomes.
And the old grow pale,
Time for the fall.

The tree grows big,
So happy in its veil
Carefree about the leaves,
Who toiled night & day
Growing pale & pale
Pale enough
To even Carbon dioxide's  inhale.

Seeing the tree who no more cares,
Fruits & seeds, busy pampered & care d,
They get one thing,
We all should sing,

Nature gives what
It one day takes,
We came from it
Will one day be it's waste.

What is so ours,
Isnt really ours,
Time rules,
And nature mocks!

Oh humans,
Oh birds,
Oh women,
Oh men,
Listen, listen,
As I won't repeat it again,

Hope, hope as much as you can,
But never expect as you always can!
As Hope takes high,
But Expectations drain.

For nature gives,
For nature takes.
It makes you young,
To work most of what  you can!
It makes you old,
To live your last lost plans.

Enjoy this life,
As much as you can,
Enjoy what comes,
Regregreting not  your  pasts 'I cans'.

Care for you as much as you can,
Know, know that somebodydy else will
But nobody forever can!

I'm now but a growing leaf,
At my deathbeds highest peak,
Teaching you as much I can.

Life your life, as you always would.
Be proud of what you can and could.

I was a leaf,
I am a leaf,
An now a jaded, old pale, trashed one.

I came from soil,
As a part of seed,
The seed that yielded a bigger tree.
The tree is happy,
With its flowers and fruits
The fruits yield now,
Many, many seedy fruits.

But oh, this tree this busy one indeed,
Knows not thay it's but the leaves make it!

Today that it has many,
It misses not me,
But oh, I feel pity,
But heart sobs much in misery,
Remembering, reminiscing
That first parent seed
For it was the seed,
That loved & blessed ,
Blessed enough to be a tall
Tall, yet a 'selfish' tree.