Pines

By Chahat Gupta

Pine trees are hundreds of years old And they always remain Green They shed their needles in abundance Yet always have too many more to give The Zinnias I grow at home Bloom for only a couple of days though In colours too enchanting But then eventually leave me alone

I seldom marvel at the pines Never look at them intently For they are always there Camouflaged in the scenery The Zinnias I spend too much time on With them I’m extra caring Watch every petal come to life Never leaving them thirsting It often makes me think How plain old things go unnoticed Resilience, simplicity, selflessness And just a silent constant presence I truly hope we always find The mindfulness to recognise The love for pretty Zinnias In the quiet evergreen Pines

By Chahat Gupta