The winters are setting in,
The old tree realised with the pinching pain in the bones.
He was used to all seasons though,
Recently seasons and people did not match in.
Cold hearts and colder eyes existed whole year,
And, beyond the calendar too.
The shining Sun, enchanting Moon,
Falling leaves, or chilling snow ,
Nothing made the difference.
Thank God to the children who still loved him ,
And, loved the tales ,his aging arms regaled them with.
That evening, he started with the tale of warmth and cold,
Once upon a time ,when cold and warmth were best of friends.
A new creation of mother nature called human ,joined the duo,
Then he started telling each of them ,
How one was more important than the other one.
Soon ,the cold and the warmth started drifting apart.
Both cried and cried missing the golden-silver days.
Thus came the rainy showers which were the curse
For the deceitful human.
Children were silent but the moon whispered,
“Don’t forget to tell the lesson, the hope which you still have.”
The tree smiled,and spread a wavy breeze patting the children,
“You all remember just one of my message, “he said.
Do not let the cold set in your hearts,
Keep the warmth in your heart and enjoy the sun.
Keep the coldness out of your heart and eyes,
And just love winters too.
Take a shower in the rain,
And, share the pain, earn the trust but not to cheat,
That will the true lifetime and beyond gain.