The Tree and Its Wisdom

By Jayalal Chandrasenan

Oh! Look at a tree.
It is born alone.
It grows alone.
It nourishes all with its fruits.
It shares its fragrance with all.

With its compassion and love.
It gives life and energy to all being .
It is not shy; it possesses no regrets;
It stands with its own pride.

It holds an eloquent anticipation for dawn,
Always ready to serve generously.
As long as it grows upwards,
It drives its roots downwards.

It enjoys the path of its own.
There is no school to teach it-
It holds knowledge of its own.

It never lies, it never imitates,
It never wipes away, it never betrays.
It never fickle or any retaliation.

Only one secrecy it holds;
The art of making fruits,
The art of spreading of it’s fragrance.


It always longs for the seasons to come.
The tree expresses its feelings through the seasons-
In a melodious season which is harmony with nature.

The seasons may spout in its innocence.
It gently becomes fruitful.
It proudly nourishes all, like a mother.

With a fearless attitude towards nature,
It always faces all its adversity alone.
By virtue of all its own deeds.

The tree stands alone-
like a king of a virtuous kingdom!

Oh, mankind! Let us learn this precept.
Let us acquire this wisdom,
So as to live and let others live peacefully.
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