Me??

This has been on been on my orkut about me for sometime now. I’m posting it here for the lack of any other content

Come the lashing of rains,
Or the beatings of storms,
There stands a tree,
A lonely tree,
Enduring it,
As it has ever been.

Perched on it is a song bird,
A lovely one for that,
Making tree its abode,
Helping the tree through times,
Tougher ones and happier ones,
But never parting from it.

Am I the tree?
Taking happiness
and sadness as equals,
Being the same wood always
or am I the song bird
living for a friend
who I respect beyond measures
yearning to be the truest friend.

Matters not what I am,
save how I am,
times the tree,
times the bird
but not losing myself.

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