As She Grew

I planted a sapling once and thought,
It would grow into a giant tree,
The tender stem did not betray,
The strong trunk that it would make,
The playful leaves however danced,
In the breeze as if to say,
We are the creators of yet another dream.

My young tree stood at the backyard,
Nodding to me whenever I passed by,
A heavy rain or a strong draft of wind,
Would shake it up, but it grew on,
My gardener tied it to a sturdy support,
After a really disastrous storm,
And she grew at steady pace.

At two feet or so, the stem got tough,
At five feet she was showing the signs,
Of growing into a strong, giant tree,
She would bend to me sometimes,
As if to say a sweet secret,
One playful branch started to peep,
Over our boundary wall, to see beyond,

Oh! The joy I felt one day,
My little baby tree was now so huge,
How she had taken a solemn mood,
How she had stopped shaking with joy,
And begun to brave the strongest storm,
How she had stopped to bend for me,
To tap on top of her head.

She had learnt to play a music,
An animated fragrance spread around her,
She shaded me from stark summer sun,
As a strong wind passed, I noticed that,
She had bowed just a little, as she did before,
Something touched me softly at the back,
A leaf from the tree,
It must be from the topmost branch.