The old banyan tree stands upon the hill,
It’s seen a thousand storms and holds there still.
I asked it once, "Old friend, how do you last,
When winds of sorrow blow so hard and fast?"
It did not speak, but showed me with its form,
How to find shelter in the wildest storm.
"Don't fight the wind," its waving branches said,
"Just learn to bend your proud and stubborn head."
"And send your roots down deep into the earth,
To find the silent place that gives you worth.
And reach your arms out wide, to all who roam,
And make your shade for them a welcome home."
So be like that old tree, both strong and kind.
Be flexible in body and in mind.
Grow deep in self, grow wide in love and care,
And you will find your strength is always there.
Poet's Note
The Banyan tree has always felt like a symbol of ancient wisdom and resilience to me. I wanted to translate its physical form into a direct philosophy for life. The way it bends in the wind teaches flexibility, its deep roots teach us about having strong inner values, and the vast shade it provides is a lesson in generosity. This poem is a simple guide to a resilient and compassionate life, taking its lessons directly from the silent teachings of nature.