Tamarind Tree

I watch the seasons blend seamlessly on the tamarind tree. Winter, spring, summer. The leaves change colour from yellow-green to progressively darker shades. Flowers change into fruits. A continuing process. One never knows when spring ends, summer begins, winter comes. From dawn to dusk, birds come and go. I hear so many different bird calls. They rest a while in shade and leave. They might return or they might not. The tamarind tree stands rooted, open in love.