Small Stuff....

Every night when I made my wishes

I would silently listen to the trees hushes

I always prayed it stay that way

Colored flowers on its branches lay

The tree stood green and tall

Had admired its every blossom before fall

Watered it morning and evening

Protected it from the street kids harming

I knew one leaf from another

Had seen it through all weather

I hated my neighbours envious glances

At all my showeing manure and love filled advances

I loved my blooming tree

In my life it brought some glee

So much so that I forgot my garden

And by drought and sunlight all other plants did harden

While I nourished and watered my tall tree

My love I showered on it on and on

One day at my window as I sat on…

The neighbours gal ran and plucked the low hanging bud

“O spare the poor little bud alone,it would hurt” I said

“And its my tree” I proclaimed

“Your are mad” she blamed

“Look the tree stands inside my fence”

And then the truth hit hard slowly upon me

Looked at the shoot and never where the roots be

I had nourished and cherished my neighbours tree

The pain of loss it hurts,but its my fault I agree

We sometimes see things through our windows….

Rarely we walk over to it and look out