A beautiful mother once came to a park, called 'heaven's boat'...with her children with lots of toys...there was a baby airplane...there were little cars...& then there was a little boat...to play all day long...

Under the shade she sat...
of an old dew soaked tree...
her children in mud played...
blew bubbles to set them free...

flew the innocent bubbles...
toward the same ugly tree...
like a journey for a reason...
the wind would set them free...

the little bubbles hugged...
& died ther' kissing the tree...
how'd the lil' children ever know...
a prayer was fulfilled unknowingly...

bubbles with breaths innocent...
wrapped in happiness embraced...
the tree longed for them as if...
beauty blessed for an ugly grave...

"mamma...why is that tree so ugly...?"
the mother looked up & said...
"...some are meant to be..."
& she kept reading her novel...

...just imagining how ugly
would an ugly tree ever be...
when it made look all...
other beautiful trees so ugly...

She kept reading her book...
& she came across a line...
"Long ago, a lover once said......"
& then she stopped reading...

"......Amongst all the beauty...
all around you...
there will be a day when...
you''ll find something so ugly...
Remember me then...

A home of prayers it shall be...
just like you became my need...
i'd always love...
...no matter what...
for you i died with a seed...

i don't know if i am...
the tree in this ugliness...
or the ugliness given...
to this tree...

there will be a day when...
i will stand beside thee...
old and willing to die
& you'd sit beside me...
...unknowingly...

& then there will be a day...
when an ugly thing would fall...
it would look...
as if it were a tear...
just like a droplet...on a doll...

On your palms it'd rest...
near your wedding ring...
sleeping for a moment...
...like a beautiful end...
...to an ugly something...

And you'd look up once...
to find a so called...
'dew soaked tree...'
with your love think of me once
& then...set me free..."

...that very moment...
...she looked up...the tree...
A droplet did fall near her eyes...
...like a beautiful end...
...to an ugly something...

A tear rolled down her cheek...
as if embracing what had fallen...
as if the journey
...of one tear...became...
...the destiny of another...

It fell near his roots &...
like a gift of god dear...
kissed the dew soaked mud
& then...remained...
...a tear within a tear...

they say...an ugly something...
always rested itself...
in the footprints She left behind...
for every falling tear wished...
to have a beautiful end...

...they say when you die...
with a seed in your hand &
a prayer in your heart...
its like walking back...a destiny
...reversed...to begin a new journey...

-the tree Maker...