10 months passed
Walking past this trees everyday
Old, dry, flowerless
Struggling leaves trying to keep it alive
Seemingly in regret of why they exist
Or maybe they didn't,
I did
Apparently, vultures had their refuge
Reaping off the little life left
On the 'stump'
Later spending their nights
On the weak branches. Lame!
Today morning
Chilly but sauced up with warm sunshine
Trees had flourished
Work hard in silence huh!
Conspicuous flowers needed no introduction Attractive enough to scare away vultures
Time has come
No fate or force can stop it
