Thoughts on the first day of the year
Between clicking the new year parade
Or this tree offering all it has, in gratitude
I chose the latter, watched its life’s work fade
Into, or maybe, merge with the universe.
The parade moved on, the crowds walked away
And it must now be silent at Trafalgar, I guess
But the tree waits patiently. It knows it must stay
Until leaves appear and do what they must do.
People under its shade on a hot summer day
May sit and recollect the music the bands played
During the new year parade on a cold winter day
The tree will hear and ask its leaves to joyously rustle.
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Arvind Passey
Written on 01 January 2020
