When A Tree Falls.

When a tall tree falls,
It loses much more than its life.
and now there's just an empty gray space,where it once stood,
where it once sheltered classrooms on sunny days.
No more flowers to pluck for Biology,leaves to rip off stems to shower on friends.
No sepals for us to pretend they were witches' nails.
No more running around the huge trunk,
and hugging it well.
When a tree falls,it kills you and I a little too,
bringing to life,countless memories we knew.
So vivid and so real they seem even today.
Days and afternoons,we spent leaning on it,
and watching the fallen leaves and orange gulmohars
add life to the dull grey quadreangle.
The glory,the giant that once shone brilliantly in the morning sun,
That completed our days..is now just gone,poof,vanished in thin air.
Making us wonder..was the beautiful thing ever really there?
When a tree falls,moved to it's death,
by a raging storm.
A new love,and an old forgotten one is reborn.
We stare at the space that no longer blocks the sunlight now,
and in fond rememberance,manage a smile.
And the very last memories..of watching it's top from the third floor,
butterflies swarming and fruits it bore,
Now it's just the slate grey sky crying to be outlined by the tree's peak.