Swaying gently to
the orchestrated moves
of an overactive wind,
that performs its act,
then returns, again and again,

the neem tree,
that I've grown up with,
possessing  nerves of steel,
has left its mark
all over my patch of green.

The shades of yellow
tinged with patches of
fading brown and green
on a grainy canvas,
are seemingly vying with
the sun, the sand and the
surrounding green facade
in a show titled...
The Summer Fest.

Resounding with
the contralto notes of
the 'ever present' noisy crows,

the neem tree bids adieu
to scores of fluttery yellow leaves,
preparing for a gentle landing
in varying destinations -
some soft,  some hard,

sending forth a message -
'tis a new season and
fragrant flowers will follow soon.