Perception

Perception


I was glaring through
the window of a train,
And all i could see
where the trees were same.

They were standing in the middle
of a field,
They were standing in the middle
like the king.

I was thinking the purpose
of their life,
And they must be thinking
the same old thing.

And then i saw
a barren old tree,
It was standing in the middle
like an old king.

And then i saw its
roots so deep,
and then i realise,
its standing against wind.