under the shade i stand-
tree the protector and
creator.Long shadows of
each leaf strike the sandy
ground,where i rest my
hard and beaten foot.Like
water,the lengths cool.In
the circumference of this
tree,i rest my prostrate
body,of long journeys
and worn pasts.I think of
those nostalgic moments
in life which stick on to the
heart and mind,like this
shadow to the ground.Once
as life sets,they will set too.
