22h
Left alone on the highway
Close to the high rise
Two Banyan trees
Alone, yet side by side
Branches stretched upwards, towards the sky
The birds make nests
Birthing sweet melodies
Every morning as the sun crests
Dusty in summer
Their life spared
Reminiscing times
Of the forest
That was thriving green
Missing the younger ones
And many a comrades
Deemed unimportant
As trees
Who lost the battle
To the concrete
Close to the high rise
Two Banyan trees
Alone, yet side by side
Branches stretched upwards, towards the sky
The birds make nests
Birthing sweet melodies
Every morning as the sun crests
Dusty in summer
Their life spared
Reminiscing times
Of the forest
That was thriving green
Missing the younger ones
And many a comrades
Deemed unimportant
As trees
Who lost the battle
To the concrete
