For the Sweet Green Pine

I counseled her for her depression For some sun The clouds were dispelled One fine evening During counseling We noticed Moon in her shadow Sun was yet to shine At such a turn Came her concern “Sir, we sit just two feet apart The tobacco smell is revolting” After she left I threw away the cigarette pouch Sacrificed the kick of fifty five years With no tears With a dream to listen to some cheers The tree continued to be in growth spree Now growing own garden In winters a warm wool Dry leaves in a pool I close my eyes and feel a sweet green pine Rising from the bottom of my spine ________________________________________________________ Composed on July 11, 2016: For the Contest: Something seemingly insignificant and unexpected changed my life