Trailing leaves,
filter soft-green light,
against a sky, about to cry…
The chirpy Champa tree,
her chubby arms open out,
with a display of red-pink bloom.
Crisp dew-laden lawn,
sprinkled with pearls,
carry a scent of the clouds.
Lush dense foliage,
amidst slender young palms,
a new tale, every leaf wants to tell…
Aged barks of old trees,
tucked within twisted boughs,
many a childhood story!
The pebble-lined, wet pathway,
fringed with tender green saplings.
Infused with distant birdsong,
a moist, homesick wind.
Of all, I miss,
the thousand calming shades of green,
silently filling my memory bucket,
drop by drop,
with every tear ---
one for each passing year…
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