The first feeling that I remember, after senses, caressed me for the first time,
of those dollops of cold color-less drops, falling on me, sparkling molecules,
one atop the other it fell, first slowly and then simultaneous tipper-tapper, ohh what a rush it was,
I almost felt I won't survive, but I did,
and continued doing so, for seasons many.
I remember those wet cotton drops, falling noiseless, layering my green chlorophyll structure with snow-white stillness,
and I lay almost frozen under, trying hard to stay warm,
with those momentary specs of golden light, shining bright,
a day, sometimes, after a week.
I remember those golden rays, saving me during winters, becoming my nemesis, during summertime,
temperatures soaring, that feeling of your skin burning and itchy,
and what an oxymoron, I wanted the earlier nemesis, rain, to come and soak my soul,
strange ain't it?
I remember those sad times, when the dry leaves, in various shades of brown, leaving this big family of the tree,
slowly detaching and fading into oblivion.
I also remember those happy times when new buds starting to take birth, that ecstatic chaos of their rustling, that feeling,
a feeling of newness, of freshness, in the air that blew by all of them.
Seasons dance by me, caressing me like none other,
I sit on the branch, witnessing time as it flows by me,
or did I flow through the standstill time, who knows!
always being grateful,
to mother nature, for whatever blessings it showered upon me,
enriching me with all the experiences and memories,
those old memories that keep coming to me, and new seasons creating experiences,
the cycle of change continues,
the cycle of new replacing the old continues.