The four tall swaying trees outside my compound,
their branches thick and tall plush with green dense leaves,
greet every passerby from dawn to dusk.
They bear no flower; they bear no fruit,
neither ask for appreciation; nor claim affection,
yet provide home to every feathered friend.
Their tweets and trills arouse me from night slumber;
the blowing winds carrying the sprightly sounds to my bedroom;
aid in dusting off the remaining groggy bone.
Bystanders crane their necks cheer at its very sight
the rustling leaves; the frolicsome cheeping,
Gratifying the senses of leisurely strollers.
The columnar thicket recognizing no discrimination;
Offering an abode to birds of every colour and hue.
Time we learn a lesson from the chirpy companions and the lofty trees.
Persons of every shade and tone invade our houses on the zoom,
Yet, do we offer a place to every pigmentation, size and faith
in our hearts and homes without prejudices?
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