A lone tree, in all its glory stands in the courtyard of my heart; evergreen all these years, proud of its songs heard as green waves nourished by the sun in my sky. Without that tree, I can't be a comely girl once came there for an ecstatic dance, then sat below its shade with a smile all through a day and night then in the courtyard of my heart she became a constant presence. The wind's tunes sung paeans to her, the verdant courtyard was filled with sun and songs; the tree's first spring it was. A long season of flowering followed, pink and white blossoms with heavenly scent was abundant all through the year on the tree's crown. Like a moving cloud, honeybees swarmed around singing songs of love, joy of communion fallowed by the pain of parting, the season of fragrant blooms soon came to an end and with that she too left, telling me that I'll be her true love always whatever happens to us, In that tree, the witness of our love she tied an invisible ribbon that bound us too tough to get loose, that embraced me whenever wind played with it, I and she were mere shells presence of love, alive in the precincts, of the tree that makes me alive, now and for ever.