My Banyan tree

The banyan tree has grown old.
It was the same tree that I grew up with.
The same tree that I spent the many beautiful moments in my life.
For every wind, I would rush to stand under the tree
And relish the music of the leaves,
And wish for more winds to pass by
For every rain, I would rush to stand under the tree
And relish the shower of drops
And wish for more rains to come
I shared my joys here
I shared my burdens here
It was tall, it was strong
But as I grew up and I realize now
The banyan tree has grown old.
No more can it stand the wind or the rain
And I pray every moment, shall there be no more winds and no more rain
For I love my banyan tree
And I can’t stand the tree falling down.