The Pipal Tree

Lately she has been missing a tree; a great big tree with a magnificent spirit. It usurped from memory one late afternoon without warning.
Imposing, graceful, noble; it was her first real encounter with grandiosity
before she came to understand the concept of infinity
in her little uncertain world, it was a symbol of constancy.

Her own sentinel, guardian angel who watched with a weary heart as she weaved her dreams, played her endless games. She remembers the delicate, heart shaped leaves gently swaying
to the music of cool, enticing early spring breeze.
She wonders if the secrets are still safe within the hollows
if the ghosts still giggle at the thought of the silly child who
used to lie under the night skies singing with the universe
as the stars twinkled from above through the thicket of branches.

As she did with the purest of hearts, I too wish tonight upon shooting stars .. intent on making this one dream come true .. intensely with my whole heart!