A small sapling breathes
Giggles with life around
Blends with the soul of soil
Which Cleanses it with holy water

Showered with blessings
Of the photons
Cuddles the tiny droplets
Floating in the morning air

An innocent child
Looks up directly at sunshine
Grows up to become a sage
While it’s roots store wisdom

A selfless sage in meditation
Blows life from within
And surrender timber
Even after death.

©2020 Piyush Singh