For eons, I have stood here,
on these ancient grounds,
watching sunrises and sunsets,
experiencing, the season's changes...
From saplings, I was grown,
prospered along with my brethren,
Yet, I saw the demise of forests,
villages formed, out of settlements.
I was the witness, of their arrival,
driving away, birds and critters,
who once inhabited my canopies,
now being left abandoned and empty.
Yet, replaced by human children,
swinging on the hanging branches,
and they built the wooden benches,
for adults, gathering under my shades.
Months passed, so were the years,
the bench gotten old & crumbled,
soon it was replaced by new rituals,
where thread were tied around me.
And centuries went by, I stood still,
as towns were built over villages,
getting more and more isolated,
surrounded by new brick structures.
Now people bow, chanting prayers,
incense burned, with flower offerings,
I became sacred, a beacon of hope,
A sanctuary, for the peaceful souls.
But time never remains the same,
cityscape engulfed my tranquil space,
now in a park, I am a relic of the past,
a silent witness, to the world that's passed.
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