poet and the tree..

hey waving tree
don't be so conceited
you are not the
supreme lord
of happiness and life..
remember
you owe the
mighty rain
and the pitiable sun
even if you don't care
its too much
that you create shadows of doubt
people resting
beneath you
not just rest but
leave their legacy
of happiness and
sorrows of longevity..
and the mother of
your seed..
mother of your hidden mystery..
you think
you can forget all these?
never forget that
all the winds that
crossed you
embraced you and
taught you love...
and how come
you forget the
nonsenses of this
poet under you?
look
whatever happened..
let them go away
with your dry leaves..
let this poet's words
become true..
since he's been praising
you..
and you alone...
as the gift of
the mother earth..
and what to say
about this poet's conceit..
probably you may
come and write poem
of his destiny...