It fascinates me no end. I want to paint it on my canvas or complete it in charcoal.
The branches look so seductive. The shades of brown, light and deep brown...
Leaves in light and yellow greens dance merrily displaying ample sunshine.
Flowers in huge bunches..in yellows and whites and deep reds, tempting my fingers no end.
There's one mango tree lunging at me near my balcony. Delicious raw green mangoes hanging in clusters make my mouth a water. Wanna make some tasty pickles or panna or even a tasty murabba.
Summer's in full swing. A variety of small, big, coloured birds sing. Perched high on the topmost branch, perfectly balanced, they sing a sombre, summer song. One bird goes 'ahhh...ahhhhhh' in the afternoons. As if in real, real pain. Crows do a caw caw endlessly. A gun shot somewhere..and cawcawcaws multiplied a thousand times.
The tree is embodied in high mystery. How does it survive with no water? How does it remain strong unswayed by stormy winds? Does it really cry when it's cut away..sap oozing out?
A tree embodies strength and courage in terrible adversity.
It mystifies me..
captivates me..
motivates me..
and elevates me.
