The tree outside

The tree outside...

I wish I could have been there when its tender sinew tore out in a wave of gibberlic acid realizing there was a vast expanse outside to stand out against in exaltation.

I wish I could feel the brute force of its roots breathing and toiling in the soil...that they have chosen over claustrophobic, succulent and safe slumber and its rapture when it asserts itself against the wind.
When the branches sway, they sound like a painter making furious brushstrokes.
It stands unwavering. Silently in the violent union of the rain and the wind.
Its leaves dripping..opening their eyes blinded by the stone dust..Waiting to fill every vein with sunlight.

It looks serene. Like a child who frolicked all day chasing stray strands of cotton and with elbows propped up on the grass getting amazed by a grasshopper's pretty eyes, coming home to sleep.

-Shruti Swamy