Dream of a Pine Tree

The cascading contours of the high Himalayan slopes cradle the upright verdant cones of coniferous pine draped in gold reflected from the sheaths of snow, morphed to crystal mirror on the dawn’s yellow sun, painted in cinnabar by dusk’s crimson cloud streaks, the fleeting canopy over the twilight’s hued horizon. The slender leaves of needle quiver in the winter chill as the northern winds waft down the gentle gradient bringing down the silent shroud of the shining night. The cerulean star dusts glitter on pine’s silky visage gleaming with the conical dream to pierce the ether to reach the still sky and to touch the sparkling stars. The reverie comes true somewhere else some other time when the tree finds a festive place afloat on flickering joy as the charming Christmas tree crowned with silver stars, reaches with light the dark corners of firmament of mind, flushing it with the colors of mountain’s ecstatic splendor. Its desire to scale starry sky is fulfilled in Christmas night. December 10, 2018