This poetry is written by my Bade Daddy.......i love this piece..and am sure you will love it too......

The Tree And the Bird

Once upon a time ,

there was a small lone tree

on the bank of a small river.

Being an insignificant one ,

it attracted none.

A small bird lived on it.

Tree loved it.

Every morning lovingly watched it  

fly  across the sky.

and was back on to the tree

 in the evening to rest.

Tree longed  to talk to the bird,

to talk  sweet things

 to make the bird feel at home.

 Sometime bird sang that delighted the tree.

It almost made it  cry in joy.

Bird never knew tree had a heart.

          -2-

Every morning even before sunrise

bird flew off

as all birds do.

Tree looked at it with joy,

and  waited anxiously

 for the evening to arrive

and when it did, tree felt  so happy.

sometime the bird returned late.

it made tree grow apprehensive.

It kept gazing at the sky, revolving its eyes

all around,

and-when spotted the bird-at a distant sky

shooting straight towards it,

tree flew into ecstasy.

It fluttered its branches joyfully

 to welcome the bird.

The bird never knew  tree had a heart.

        -3-

One evening-while tree waited

the bird returned along with

an another bird,

together they made a nest.

And the bird

laid some eggs,

sat over it

for longer period.

After some time

young little ones

popped out of eggs.

Tree loved to have them, and-

looked after them,

when mother and father bird

flew away to get food

for the young ones.

Tree joyfully watched

the young ones grow.

Loved to listen to  their twittering.

 flapping off little wings  sensing  

their parent’s  return.

As they grew

little older

 wings grown stronger,

were taught to fly.

Soon they could fly

on their own.

One day,

they flew out

and did not return.

The couple as usual

did return to the tree,

sad and aloof,

missing the young ones.

Sat quiet through the night,

with no song to sing.

Tree didn’t know

What to say

to comfort

the grieving birds.

It silently cried

for the birds,

in not being able

to share their grief.

The birds

never saw

welled up eyes of the tree,

to feel  its heart.

    -4-

One morning,

as usual,

both the birds flew away,

and as usual,

tree anxiously

waited for their return.

As the evening approached,

it kept rolling its eyes

back and forth,

revolving

in all direction,

looking for the couple

in the sky

only to see nothing.

It grew sad.

Yet, quite late,

it heard a flutter of wings,

stretching its eyes

in the dark,

it felt the bird’s return,

but all alone.

And as it sat

where it always did

it felt sad,

and the tree

could hear it crying.

Once again the tree

knew not what to say,

and it bled as much

as the bird.

Bird never knew of it.

-5-

On the touch of

The next morning,

bird flew away

as usual.

Tree  waited.

Evening  arrived

Yet it found.

no sign of the bird.

Tree kept rolling

its eyes in the sky, and-

soon it grew dark

Bird did not return.

Morning came

And day passed,

evening came and night fell,

bird did not return.

Day in and out,

heart in its mouth,

longingly tree

stayed in wait,

hoping against all odds

for birds return.

But it did not.

Tree grew sadder.

It felt,

river bank has

suddenly grown

ever

so lonely.

-6-

Summer came,

hotter than ever.

River dried up,

so did the world around.

Tree knew not

what choked within,

 to cry aloud.

Looking at heaven felt,

it never knew

what it lived for so long

and why ?

It sensed it has stood

millions of years

on the river bank,

and felt it had

outlived all wish to live.

It knew for sure,

day would

Continue to burn, and-

bird would never return.

     -7-

One day-

early in the morning

axe of a woodcutter

fell  mighty on its trunk.

It bled

Within and out,

Yet, refused

to acknowledge

emerging  pain.

Sighed not

as it fell

 on the river bed.

Scorching rays of the sun

had dried up

not only the river bed,

but sign of life

all around.

There was no tree

On the river bank that