She is I, I am Me!

She was a seed sown. Making her entry to this mother earth on a rainy day... only if they knew it was not just mere rains. The heavy rains only pronounced that the mother earth "wept for joy" over her birth.

One who plants a tree, plants a hope and hope was inevitable to surround her...  She was nurtured... Nurtured with all love and care, nurtured in a way such that she could be a tree, a “tree of life”. She was watered, for without which she wouldn't survive...She needed timely boosters , and she definitely didn't fall short for it.

Now she is all groomed.. And how beautiful it is to see and stare at her. Her head high with buoyancy, she is tall, confident, beautiful and straight-forward.

With every move she makes with the wind, she draws a new painting, a picture of her own, that takes her to heights, for she knows that sky is the limit and the birds soar high in the sky.

That slender athletic ribs of her allows her to learn from her defeat and to evolve as a winner with the ping pong ball tossing high up in the air.

With every rustle she makes, she portrays it in her picturesque writing for; she believes life is a story. Every day is a new story and every story adds life to your life.

She always know her way to reach out.. For, she knows she is articulate. The fruits may be hard outside but she has a clear and soft heart inside.

The juice of motivation she gives can make anybody strong; for she knows she is a good motivator and makes people’s long life so joyful.

Be it day or night, when stars and moon are bright, she smiles and still continues to inspire people to smile in perfect sight, for she believes that you laugh and the world laughs with you; but you weep and you weep alone.

She withstands, be it the rains, she withstands, be it the thunderstorms, she still withstands.
With every gust of wind, with every peril she receives, and with every fall, she comes back, she comes back strong for, nobody can shake her.

She is always proud to stand, for her roots are tightly holding grounds bound and controlled by the principles of her own.

She has gradually grown...a grown coconut tree.. 

Now she sways majestically when the wind blows hard and sings through the leaves... Oh dear. She is I, .. I am me!