The New Leaves

The New Leaves-

Saw them there
Glistening in the morning sun ray,
New, fresh & green.

For some days
The process of new-coming was on.
There are folded stick like hard things around the corner of every bough and every branch
Forcing me to understand there will be new life.
After the long two months of labourious leave-shedding.

I understood. But needed some wings of imagination that there will be this sight of newness of greenery.

Last night it thundered, hissed and cried out
The nature in labour-it's water sack burst
It shouted, hoosed and rained throughout the night...

And then the babies must have come...
So many...
This morning only i can see their faces.
Am i called for the naming ceremony.
The Almond
tree didnt tell me anything. It has no more dry leavea to communicate with me. It is standing with a grace wearing the gesture of bliss.

The tree is looking live
With a completely new attire
Some celebrations are going on
With vip guests like blueness of the sky and yeellowish sunrays and the invisible cool air are around...
I can not hear the sweet melody and the joyous conversation though....