Sowmya Hiremat

Heavy like the moisture
In the air on a summer
Evening, my heart looks
To the lonely tall tree.
Against the setting sun
It looks forlorn, pining
Made worse by the colors
Cast across the sky by
The burning ball who is
Set on leaving it all behind.
As the heat abates, I
Sense the chill on my
Skin and hold myself -
And feel sad for the tree
For it has no hands to
Hold and sooth itself.
I take heart in knowing
The tree maybe lonelier. 
I have hands, warm bed
A dog, and horses.
I am overcome by an 
urge to hug the tree
And lay down with her
For a few minutes if not
For forever because the 
heaviness lifts & softens
In company of two.