With the wake of the time,
Along morning bird's rhyme;
They have changed...
A lot and broad...
Tiny twigs, with many around
Allowing the sun rays to pass them by
Felt afraid they will fall by
Supported with old dead log.
With passing of time...
They have changed...
Like a human child
Into the wild.
Gardener's love filled within
Inching up with lazy grin;
Oh! They left it...
Now they are free.
Yet not full on their hold
A gust with it's mightness
Ready to carry them along
To my surprise they resisted it!
With passing of time...
They have changed...
Up like a teenager
Carrying a savour.
Few summer past monsoon
Searching their roots under noon
Twigs have turned too muscular
Leaves are denser and greener too.
Now they are prudent of their own
Provides shelter to many chirp-ons
Beneath I am, writing this ...
With the passing of time...
They have changed...
Like a human child
Into world's wild.
