THE CONVERSATION I OVERHEARD

Sitting listlessly in the backyard one day,
I overheard a conversation that made my day.
It was the wind who roused the giant sacred fig,
and it answered with a rustle amidst the twigs,
and the leaves whispered with a subtle zeal.

I did not understand a word of what they spoke,
but I did realize that the inspiration it evoke 
was deeper, stronger and more stirring
than what a thousand sermons could bring.
and the listlessness gave way to a healing feel.

Now I know that nature has the best remedy,
and the sweetest rhapsody and melody.
The sunshine, the moonglade, the drizzle and the breeze
the mossy rocks,the chirping birds and the good old trees
all have wonders ready to reveal.

Our good old (and ever youthful) sacred fig.๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜Š


It's truly great to have a peepal tree to filter the sun rays,
and shelter innumerable birds.






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