Jungle trees and timeless birds

Millennium after millennium

This jungle has lot of trees like any other jungle. Sitting on a rock closing my knees with hands I pass time. Not because I don't have any engagement, but toengage myself with the inner harmony of the jungle I sit there. I just watch, with no comments and no preoccupations and no cloudings of the mind. I see many birds flew down to rest upon the trees. They keep on spilling seeds when they shit. They let the seeds to choose their own spaces to rest, enter the soil and grow. I saw three or four seeds around And they may grow later or might die. Who knows? Who planted the trees all around the Jungle I watch? How old was this practice? Might be m millennium after millennium, this practice continues. Then after some time these birds I watch and the trees I observe would vanish to spare space for others. Time would erase them. But Time could not break the system. Newer birds come to spill newer seeds to let grow the newly trees. Spaces on the earth are old but very concerned. They encourage a new life. They let birds to fly and spill seeds wherever they wish