Afterlife of a Tree

A tree doesn't die Just because you cut And hack it down, For its roots are well Preserved in the soil, And it lies with the

Earth, as a daughter Within her mother's lap, There it slumbers deep And dreams of an Afterlife, when fed with Rainwater, it slowly Reconciles itself, then Peeps through the skin Of the soil, at the sky, Winks at the friendly Sun, and the air nurses it Back to what it was, And she vows to grow up. ©Apu Mondal