Purple skies.

Purple flowers on that tree,wink at me, wink at me.

Standing alone by the tree, lost in time and lost in space, feeling lonely by the tree lost in loneliness.

Random thoughts in my head come to me come to me. Random thoughts of the tree, rhyme with me, chime with me.

Am I the one with the tree, or is the tree the one with me?

Are my thoughts true in me, or a mere copy of the great tree?

I can shout, I can scream, I can stretch the limits of my dreams. I can change my world around, however I can do nothing to the purple colours of the mangoes on the beautiful tree.

The tree can survive my angst,my fears. It can harbor my anger and my tears. It offers silent consolation to me.

Purple mangoes on a tree.

Purple mangoes on a tree ... beckoning me, beckoning me.