I walk through the world
reminding myself that the trees are awake
That they can hear the joke of a leaf curling down to leave
That they look winter in the eye
& do not think spring!
But it had not always been this way
Because there have been days when I thought
They can be bus drivers someday
Hoping while honking that they can be
Mathura road someday. That being
cotton clouds can also be a possibility.
Basically, I would want each of them
remaining for eternity.