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
