My old companion: A poem about a tree

My Old Companion 

Outside my window,

I hear,

The old Tamarind tree.

He has been here for long,

Even before I came here,

Standing with his head held high,

Deep roots going down,

To the Heart of Earth;

In the midst of,

An arising concrete jungle,

He stands unwavering.

His fruits are,

A feast for the hungry squirrels;

His branches offer,

A cool shade for tired crows;

In the night,

He provides a meeting place,

For the owls and bats.

When I'm tired and gaze out,

He comforts me with cool breeze.

Others see him as a nuisance,

Falling leaves dirtying the yard,

My protests go unheard.

But still,

I want him to be here,

To cheer me when I'm down,

Oh friend, 

Stay here for a long time....

Note: That old companion is not there anymore.....

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