The dried old tree

I am writing about a tree in our campus...our office is surrounded by beautiful trees,shrubs..and flowering plants on all sides.When all of them flower together...they can put a rainbow to shame!lush green lawns beckon...to walk barefoot...and sometimes the water droplets from ..the sprinkler..glisten like diamonds...demanding you to look at the beauty..so inherent in everything....and looking at people passing by without sparing a glance,I think.. how we have become so numb to beauty..and everything pleasant.Now,only the horrible things appeal to us..or catches our attention.....I guess nobody ever spoke so much about the serenity or the splendor of the sea as much as they would talk...about the destruction wrought by the angst of the sea-goddess!but I am drifting away from the topic...this was not about the beauty...of the lawns or anything..... but the sadness of a dried tree which stands amidst so much beauty.I look at it and wonder....how sad it must be to be so plain....what pain ailed its heart so much that it died....Denuded of all its leaves...it stands.....what does it feel?has it accepted its destiny philosophically...or is it jealous..unhappy...that nature though being so kind to its peers...has wreaked its appearance and wrought so much misery upon it?everyday when the mighty sun.....warms the horizons.....does it hurt its pride....so stand without any clothes..with no colors to its face?I felt sad for the unfairness...everywhere...till...one day I stayed late and happened to pass near that tree....and what I saw...was....though the harsh. glares of the sun..made it look plain...moonlight had with her magic-wand made its simplicity look beautiful...the very lack of leaves now made it alluring,mysterious.....and I stood there drinking in the balance in which mother nature works...its is not that she does not lend beauty to all...its only that ..its our failing as humans...that we fail to see the beauty in everything...because we have so many pre-set notions and ideas..what beauty(or anything else,for that matter)ought to be and what it should look like!and I also realized...it stood out from other trees .I hardly ever noticed other trees...though they were far prettier(at least according to my notions)...so I started wondering....whether sometimes..we people...are so narrow-sighted that we look at being different as lacking in beauty...we do,dont we?Not only all these...this tree made other trees look more beautiful...more lush..because of its barrenness!poor thing...making other trees look pretty...but in return only to be branded as "the dried old tree"!so..many people..in our lives....in this way ..add more poetry to our lives...though they look useless ...don't u agree?And I thought of all those men and women who stood snubbed from the society...because they did not fit into the society's norms..and I make a silent salute to all the poets,painters,visionaries,scientists,rebels....who believed in their heart's desire and brought happiness to our lives...inspite of the pain they endured because of the society's narrow-mindedness!and so I learnt...from this beautiful tree....a thousand secrets....my heart had forgotten....