In silent communion
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Guest Tickler | Dec 17, 2009
Her mellifluous voice served me better
Than all alarm clocks put together
As I woke up, each morning,
To the melodious tune of the cuckoo bird
Nesting in the bushy branches of the pine tree opposite my house.
The youthful tree with its lush green, needle-like frondescence,
Haven to the birds, which chirruped and chippered,
Perching on its beanpole branches.
The pine tree stood alongside a busy street,
As a silent spectator to the evolution and enlargement of life around it.
I spend hours knowing it,
Relating its existence with my own.
I attune myself to its complacent nature and we grow together,
Understanding and entertaining each other
In silent communion through the years….
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