The tree yonder stands tall
Peeping at me through the window.
Each day I try to look beyond at the open sky
And each day the tree hinders my view.
Then I look away disheartened –
What am I seeking in the skies?
Am I looking for the clouds or the rainbow?
Suddenly between the tree and my window,
A flock of birds,
A few sparrows, a few pigeons,
Surprisingly a parrot too
And the tree is the sky!
This new miraculous vision
Changes my outlook
And I look at the tree
With gratefulness –
Had it not been for the tree
The birds, perhaps,
Would have never come.
And I would have been left
Looking for the sky beyond.