The tree’s sturdy stem, curved

spaciously like a plastic chair,

can embalm your aching back,

nudge a meditative voyage;

I marvel at the buoyant family

of those trees defying time with

Its stately, statuesque courage;

Unless a mindless arm lounges

To chop its arm, its bounty to wind;

Luxuriant foliage arching

over the vast park fill the silence

with a nourishing, feisty fragrance

torn only by murmurs of chat

the walkers share.

A few share smiles with me or raise an arm

In greeting. “Resting eh….”

Is the unexpressed friendly

gift of a query.

What they did’nt fathom

was the stream of thought

inside me……”here is Nature’s

unrequited booty…. without

a price tag. It is a bemused

spectator of the fallible humans

who do not weigh its worth….”

Inside the park…… | K.S. Subramanian