As a rain from heaven
Dropped to the tree which beaten
Touched the tree and made it grown
Coloured the leaves green which were broken

The raindrops soaked the tree in clay,
It bloomed again without delay.
Fruits and seeds found peaceful bed,
Birds and beasts in branches spread.

Each droplet stirred the leaves from rest,
The tree let go what once oppressed.
It dressed in moss, so calm and bright,
And chose its path, embracing light.

The tree had conquered rot and rain,
And shielded kin from harm and pain.
Its fruits were plenty, gifts of thought,
Its voice lived on in every jot.

Rasheed Moosa
Markazul Hidaya Coorg