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My Friend Pine Tree

My Friend Pine Tree 

Away, quite away from my nearby Allen Forest
One day I was moving on a hill top 
On a Himalayan mountain hill
I found myself standing 
Before a beautiful and majestic Pine tree

The tree was tall and beautiful
The wind was blowing,  its sprigs and leaves
As if, a flute blower was playing with its flute
The Pine tree was swinging and singing
Creating a melody of its own
I too got lost to watch and hear that music
And felt as if, the tree wanted to speak with me

I gently touched the tree and felt its thrills
A sensation ran through my spine and body
I found that the Pine tree was singing in joy
The breeze was full of drizzling and the hanging clouds
Were touching and embracing the hill top tree
While the sky was flashing a brilliant light 
And I was charmed by that magical yellow light 
Coming from a slice of the clouds, hovering on another hill 
And showering on the Pine tree and on every thing all around
Every things including me was taking a bath 
In the rains of that magical defusing light sublime

I again felt a sweet sensation running my spine
When a sprig of Pine tree touched my fingers
As if, it was trying to shake my hand with pleasure
To show how happy was the Pine tree 
To find a friend in such a weather sublime

Overwhelm by the sensations of pleasure I felt 
While standing before the Pine tree and beholding
To dance and sing with the tree in those moments
To celebrate the treasure of joy, it had given to me
And remained in an state of ecstasy till I saw 
What humans have done with other Pine trees
Which I saw on the other side of the hill

The trees here were brutally cut and slain
To get the resin from the trunks of every pine tree
I saw them crying and weeping with agonies
And their was no music and joy in their thrilling
Although the wind was touching them here also
But I could not behold my friend Pine tree 
In that state of agony any more.

Ravindra

Kanpur. India  01st December 2009

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 4/14/2014 5:47:00 PM
a few people saw your poem at my blog and really enjoyed it, Ravindra. It truly is an awesomie poem about how you painted that picture.
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Date: 4/15/2014 2:37:00 AM
Thanks I will check your blog soon, as my area is having a network problem since yesterday morning. With best wishes for your Blog and You my friend. Ravindra
Date: 12/23/2013 9:41:00 PM
wow, an intense ending to this one. I think it's true that trees almost have spirits that feel pain!! Very nice one of yours I found way back in the oldies. And congrats for it having been featured in 2012..
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Date: 1/6/2012 8:07:00 AM
Congratulations on your well deserved featured poem this week Ravindra. Love, Carol
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Date: 1/3/2012 3:39:00 PM
Congrats Ravindra on "My Friend Pine Tree" being featured this week.
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Date: 12/23/2009 5:23:00 PM
yes I understand this ..from both sides now.Sad but true.
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Date: 12/10/2009 4:42:00 AM
I love pine trees too, and your love of nature shines in this poem. Very moving ~Juliane
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Date: 12/6/2009 1:42:00 AM
How wonderful that you can find such joy in nature, Ravindra. I really liked the way the touch of the pine tree's sprig seemed like the extension of a hand in friendship. It was very sad to read in your last verse that the "music and joy" had been erased as "The trees were brutally cut and slain." Some people call deforestation to make way for cities and homes progress, but I doubt Mother Nature feels that way. And I'm on her side. Great work! Love, carolyn
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Date: 12/3/2009 5:22:00 AM
Very nice flow here, Smooth and easy to read. Thanks for sharing. RdP
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Date: 12/2/2009 12:57:00 PM
Another great poem my friend! I love your intuitive insight and connection to the earth. I understand your heart.I listen to the wind and feel its wisdom and hear the music daily. Living in Alaska nature is all around me. I sure do feel for the pine tree here. Mother Earth she's in need of respect like never before. Thanks for sharing. Keep writing! Love Light Patty
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Date: 12/1/2009 9:53:00 PM
Interesting story, reflecting your closeness and sensitivity to nature and here particularly the pine tree. I think you are right, there is a sort music in nature when nature is happy. Thanks for sharing and again thank you for your nice comments on my poems as well. Caroline.
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Date: 12/1/2009 4:12:00 PM
Beautifully written about your love of nature. Keep the creative and magical pen flowing. Added this one to my favs. Sara
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Date: 12/1/2009 11:41:00 AM
The teenager who did this the song The Climb is also known as Hannah Montana on tv.She is the daughter of the country singer,Billy Ray Cyrus.Thanks for your comment.
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