Pine tree twig nudges the other –
‘Look at the golden glow’
Wind chimes in to add its melody
Both swing with abandon.
Loaded with little pines
Both bask in the glory of twilight
I watch with delight
And feel connected.
The melodies of this tree
Change everyday –
Soft in the morning breeze
It sings louder during the day.
Bound by unknown ties
I step out each time it changes its tune
My solidarity soars with each cadence
Our relationship gets deeper.
© Balroop Singh
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