A Man And The Tree

A man started to wonder
About the life of a tree
Standing at a place
Without a single movement
How it must be feeling?
Same sun from same place
Same moon from same place
Same wind, but from different directions
Life must be boring and redundant!
To strengthen its place
And for smooth growth
The roots go deep down the ground
The stem grows thick and hard
Look at me, I am moving
From places to places
And I see the different things
From different places
Same sun but rising from all directions
Same moon, but from different horizons
The world for me is a playground
And I keep moving
I come back to this tree only
When I am tired or hungry
And I thank Almighty
For these two legs without roots…