I stand alone, as i have been standing for the past fifty years in the backyard of a hundred year old house that has so far managed to survive in this city that changes landskapes like people change clothes. There i go again. I am yet again thinking of those colorful clothes. The inmates of the house refer to me as 'the big tree'. It has never occured to them to find out what tree i am, it doesnt matter to them. They are happy with the shade i provide and are proud of the green colour of my leaves. Infact they admire me when i flower. As though they behold a rainbow. My leaves are green and can be only green as they have always been other than in autumn when they turn yellow only to fall. My flowers are always the same yellow. Not even a shade paler or brighter, much to my disgust. Every summer i send out a prayer, an appeal to you to change it to some fresh new colour. Why doesnt my prayer reach you, O Lord. Please, this year, turn the leaves crimson red after the fall. These humans talk endlessly and inadvertently about the greenery. I would love to give them a nice surprise. I need a change.
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Interesting....everything needs a change sometime, isnt it?
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