Jamun Tree

Oh Jamun Tree, I want to be like you
Who gives and gives and gives
Not like a grabbing little self
Who is focused on taking it all

Oh Jamun Tree, I want to be like you
Standing tall into the sky
Not like a small and pitiful self
With weak and downcast eyes

Oh Jamun Tree, I want to be like you
Rooted deep into the ground
Not like a withering wavy self
That is shaken by every storm

Oh Jamun Tree, I want to be like you
With branches spread out wide
Not like a shy and bound up self
Closed in spirit and mind

Oh Jamun Tree, I want to be like you
Sheltering birds and insects alike
Not like a discriminating judging self
Present for only those I like

Oh Jamun Tree, I want to be like you
Detached from the fate of my fruit
Not like an anxious worried self
Over concerned about my output

Oh Jamun Tree, Perhaps I'm you
Perhaps I just don't see
That your essence is also present in me
It is all really up to me

Context:

My world is Purple these days. I have a Really Big Jamun Tree in my backyard and I am crazy about Jamuns. This year the tree has fruited a million-trillion Jamuns. However, it is not climbable and most Jamuns would get squished while falling. Yesterday my father visited me and he helped me tie bedsheet hammocks under the tree. It rained last night and this morning I found a wonderful treat waiting to be gathered. I was super excited and I ate and ate and ate. In my excitement I forgot to thank the tree. This poem is in honour of this magnificent tree.