When withered hearts bloom again

I saw him yesterday and today too, catching all my attention, making me almost fall in love with his ardor and magnificence. Strangely, I remember myself passing from the same aisle almost every day and never feeling the same. The first time I saw him, I am sure he went completely unnoticed. For subsequent times what I remember of him is he looked dull and like everyone else, I too decided not to give him a second glance. Why should I have  bothered to while even the leaves that once snuggled close to his branches have already left him .He was no more embarked by the presence of those chirpy love birds that once upon a time inhabited his heart. The glance upon him was a portrayal of the abominable lull which clutched him for a real long span.Whenever I passed by him I painted in my mind  picture of a wretched person whose smile has left him indefinitely for now.When I passed by the same tree yesterday, the prettiest of yellow bud fell on me. It seemed that after the period of tranquility it was now his turn to make some beautiful noise. The very next day I saw him getting drenched in the droplets of November Rain. The combination of Green foliage and yellow flowers was making it an altogether mesmerizing view for every passer-by. 

Now wearing its grin back from ear to cheek , standing tall against all odds faced in his past, in full magnificence he smiled back to me. He conveyed me this is what plan of nature is like, for me, for you and everyone else. 

Silent souls are ought to sink themselves in the melody of happiness, once feared emotions are meant to surface up back ,broken people are suppose to fall in back in love once more and above everything withered hearts are destined to bloom again….