What Brings Tree

1

What brings a tree... What brings?

On either side of the way of life,
Many flowers of the queen blossom.

Keeping aside weariness, tired... too tired,
Trekkers wish to have some amenities in the shade of trees.

2

From heart to hearts and soul to souls,
Blows and flows the redolent streams of infinite love!

Why do such nomadic emotions wash away
In that way, the empty feelings of the human heart?

The turbulence of my mind, too,
Quite calms down at the touch of a breezy fair.

3

For whom do the flushing scarlet scarfs exist?
The spring season sings the songs of youthful reason.

For whom do the leaves of trees turn green,
Or a thousand painterly paintings glow in the bound eyes.

For you and me, trees are held in high esteem,
Self-contained with their food-providing quality and quantity.

Trees are the great theory of great science,
Molded by the free spirit of the creator's creations.

With each breath, through the process of inhaling and exhaling,
We come to an unseen amiable settlement with the trees.

To both, it's so good that
I seem to have lived a successful, long life with a touch of trees!