The Seed

A friend sent the following to me in response to my last post "Cultivation". Thank You. I am at a loss of words.

When the seed opened eye, it knew not what was in stow;
It was promised abundant sunlight; comforting warmth, nurturing glow.

The seed grew up, strong and bright;
it dreamed of a tree, of strength and height.

The day came when it wanted to bear fruits;
show colours to the world, to start a new pursuit.

Alas, the thunder struck and the gale blowed;
the tree was banyan, it had no flowers that showed.

It stood there fighting, getting strong, bidding its time;
Centuries passed, it nature grew sublime.

What happened to that tree, many people asked.
Did it wither down, like all around it had passed.

A traveller had come, mesmerized in his thoughts;
solace He was seeking, wisdom was what he sought.

The banyan stood steadfast, welcoming the stranger;
it was natural for it, it did not fear any danger.

In the comforting and serene shades,
the tiny seed which now made,
the stranger got the Enlightenment; of universal truth.

The tree still stands there, bearing no fruits;
a testimony to what it had borne; though not what it had dreamt of.
I respect the tree, I respect its resolve;
it was the Chosen One; it had a destiny; and lived to see it evolve.