The lone tree blooms
They were cutting a new road
And there she was right at the middle of it,
With the blooms in full,
Nil leaves but just blood red blooms all over- her pale skinned bark.
With a head held high,
A mighty warrior she seemed.
Unflinching at the sight of those giant road-rollers and chain saw machines.
She stood there like earth showing all it's might!
And those who came in front of her,
Mere humans what else could they do-
Other than fail?
They made roads both sides, leaving her in the middle of it.
Thinking that she might quit.
But oh, spectators just look at this sight...
Now there is still this one lone tree at the middle of a tarred road,
Home to umpteen birds, butterflies- named and nameless other beings.
Look at the lone tree, which decided not to quit!