Trees whispher
Shall we dance
To the tune of the breeze
Shall I hold you
And get down on my knees
There's a little heart
That's looking to be healed
With that one kiss of yours
I'm sure you'll open many doors for me
There were times at night
When I could hear the trees
Whisper all their sad stories
It was like they were looking out for someone
For that someone who will make sure
All things are said and done
It's been quite sometime now
Since I heard those trees
Tell their sad stories
I sit it solitude and I wonder
And my mind begins to ponder
I know you will always be there for me
Like how I was there for those trees.
Santhira Nimalan Tamilselvi
*Painting of Kamala Vasuki
