A dry leaf falls,in the little hollow
It leave behind, a drop of sap appears,
Hardens, and then.. Falls off.
A tiny bud emerges..light green ~ like a baby
Parrot’s wing. Slowly it opens..just a little,
Reddish like the buds of the Karavira tree.
Soon the number multiplies, like garlands
Woven from the red down of the bulbul,
They grow…widen…veins develop…
The stems turn green and stand up.
Sheen appears as the shades of green
Thicken, brighter and brighter,
Day by day, until a thick foliage
Hanging down ~ a whole crowd of it
Enticing to the eyes…..
It then happened on every tree and vine.