Baskadia

May appear dead but not

Naked but living

Weak but breathing

Alone but alive

I remember the days with leaves

I was planted in the rain never heard drought

Clothed with leaves of many colours

They covered and protected me from the scourging sun

They never allow the rain to beat me

I flowered in Winter

Many came and sang about my beauty

They all told me how good I was but said nothing about my ugliness in summer

Gradually my flowers became fruits

This brought joy to my smiling heart

With my fruits I fed the birds

I became the delight of them all

I allowed the birds to rest on me

I housed them

They live in-between my branches and leaves

I heard them speak of my juicy fruits and my comforting branches

Suddenly the leaves began to fall

And my nakedness exposed

My fruits which gave me a name in the jungle began to fall

The precious becoming useless

Shortly the wise is called a fool by the ones he taught

The birds now sing of my shame in the market

They mocked me ( The beautiful tree)

They called my naked eagle powerless

A dying tree with a living hope

I heard the sound of thunder on a blissful morning

And the cloud becoming dark

The rain is here again

It watered my dry root

I feel alive once more

My stem filled with strength to carry branches

My branches ready to bear leaves

The flowers are back

Here I am with more fruit

The birds begged to return

To taste of my juicy fruits

To rest on my comforting branches

Here is my question:

Should I house the birds again knowing they can leaved just like they did the last time or should I send them away .

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