Adapting Trees

Trees, Who told you?
The time to dress your leaves
In vivid yellow and red
And send them to Mother Earth;

Trees, who told you?
That the icy cold is approaching;
How do you know the time?
To shed or grow new leaves;

Trees, who told you?
I believe you exist since before man
I assume you know not the months
For the calendar is designed by mankind;

Behold trees! You are awe-inspiring!
I salute thee indeed! Know ye the times
To bloom, yield and shed, ever gladdening
Yet stand humble and serene!

Loved ones

Hard it is to understand the mind!
It feels so lonely when surrounded by people
But feels serene and content while alone!
Oh! It isn't constant indeed, for at times
The same mind longs for company
And feels agitated while alone!
Could I associate the feelings in someway?
Am afraid I don't! Nevertheless I could discern
That the mind invariably yearns for love
At least a slightest tinge of it!
Certainly! How wonderful it is!
To have love ones around!

Majestic Moon

Is it a piece of pie?
Or a compact disc coming out?
Is it God's silver plate?
But why isn't it falling down?
So that I could make it my own!
Well, Its put up there for all
The silvery majestic moon!