i wish to be a lush green tree - an innocent witnessing child.
as i thrive on the blessed love of my mother who nourishes me from her compassionate womb. she - the earth sustains me - so that i grow lush and strong.
i am the 'green saari' of hers whom she drapes around her waist to protect her chastity.
tired souls, battered beings seek comfort in the silent re-assurance of my existence. i feel honourably fulfilled to shower my soothing shade upon my creator's creation.
times when greedy hands rob me off, when unconscious - unaware existences vandalise. when there is unrelenting heat and unkept promises by monsoons and others. .....
still my source - my mother- shall bequeath me with the last drop of her life-giving blood. for me her child to sustain.
and so shall i be - as she wants me to be.
that wish granting tree - the kalpa- taru.