There is a tree I have seen growing over years. I wish to make a poem for it some day but i think that writing about it would seem autobiographical. and I lack the skills to narrate..
If i knew more words for vivid, more colours than red or blue.. and if maybe i would have known what the rain laden monsoons were called otherwise ....
who knows i could probably have said .... that there are leaves, perching birds... and there are colours... and that the rains make it sway..