The Desire of a Pine Tree

The contours cascading from the higher Himalayan slope hold me, the upstanding cone of jade, a coniferous pine, gilded in gold soaked from the swathe of glistened snow, turning to mirror of flakes, flushed by dawn’s yellow sun. A coat of cinnabar I get as the crimson clouds pass me by across the gleam of twilight sky to the chromatic horizon. As the northern winds graze over the frozen topography my mind quivers on the tip of needles in the winter chill. As the shroud of silence falls with the drizzle of still night the cerulean stardusts sprinkle shine on my silken visage, shimmering with my ardent dream to pierce the thin air, soar up high in the satin sky and touch the twinkling stars. The reverie comes true somewhere else, some other time when to a far-off place in the midst of festival of joy I go to be charming Christmas tree crowned by sapphire stars, my desire to be among stars is fulfilled in Christmas night. December 28, 2019 Contest : I Am A Tree Sponsor : Delilah Ventura