Buds, Pearls and Life

The hints of a halting journey lurked, The withering tree was dying within... Every passing breeze had its spirits siphoned Stood massive with its monarchal gait, For decades it served the passers-by But who could escape the clutches of fate?? When hope to survive slowly dimmed It thought of that single bud yet to bloom Wilting at the roots, its grip had failed That last single unopened bud soft and blue So curious to bloom and witness the world... A long life's journey yet to tread, in store A melancholy stirred this gigantic tree Intuition had made its call, it was sure to die Dripping dew failed to mask its tears n' let all to see Our life 's like this withered tree, birth n' death inevitable The buds are symbols of unrealised dreams, wanting to nurture and act upon to make them possible Just like this tree's struggle to save the bud till it rolls as corpse We need to nurture our dreams like this tree n' pearl - oyster Bud into flower n' pearls as they mature ,serve several purpose Similarly our dreams be filled with causes useful n' better!