Lonely Pine

I found this poem in my personal diary that i wrote 17 years before, when i was learning Mountaineering course in Sikkim Himalaya , India . I became mindful with a pine tree and started to write this lines---------------

Standing for many days Between snow and Fog Wearing a dress made of moss. Every night my leaves cry. In the morning you can see their

tear drops around me. The fog goes Icy wind comes. Sunlight comes for a Little time. Oh! Sunlight please wait for a while I am very lonely! Into this bark skin I cry within. No one understands the language of my tears You, stand Sunlight By holding your hands I dance with you for a while