Just a Tree

How does the moss grow where there isn’t dirt?

There on that rock, or up on that tree.

How does it get by? Is the sun all it needs?

And how about the cactus? Without water, it goes on.

Days, and weeks, and for as long as I see…

How does it get by? Is the sun all it needs?

I can’t be like them, no matter how I try.

I am at once drawn to the earth

And drawn to the sky.

I don’t know life without my branches,

Or when my roots run dry.

I cannot be like the moss or the cactus, you see,

I am just a tree.


Photo courtesy: sovietuk

About Anand Jayanti :
Anand Jayanti is a senior studying Plan II and premedical science. He is the editor of the Reflections section of Nazar. He enjoys creative work, such as playing and composing music, singing, writing short fiction and poetry, screenplaying, and directing. He maintains a happy, faithful relationship with running. For all of these pursuits he takes inspiration from his friends and family.
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  1. Sean says:

    Apr 1, 2012


    Anand… yes. Yes. Awesome.

    • Anand says:

      Apr 1, 2012


      Hah, thanks, Sean. : )

  2. Yaji says:

    Apr 1, 2012


    Well written. Cactus and moss also represent the indomitable will to survive against all odds. Some lives are like the trees, enjoying the breeze, the sun and the water. The others are like to the cactus that have nothing but the will to survive. You can draw inspiration from either..

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