Trees of the Independence Avenue

From the time I was a kid I have been a deep lover of Colombo's trees hugging them everytime I see them and loved travelling around Colombo on a daily basis. Galle face used to be my lullaby cot. Dad tells me when I used to be so rebellious about riding to Galle face everyday until I dosed off to bend back home. Sometimes it struck 12 and I wasnt yet yawning. I was laughing with the stars counting ships as if they were crickets in a black forest. The next used to be the Independent Square. So when I learnt the whole slashing those trees adorning the Independence Avenue hit me home. Hard. Its painful as I watch this visual. These trees have held dusk like pera toffee in my tongue. They have stood like horses. They bow shyly singing through the leaves with their manes touching the Avenue's forehead. I have licked popsicles, lollipops, and mangoes under these beauties. I have dwelled with the moon frozen like a nipple carving a beautiful breast of night. I have thrown my arms to the sky and felt the air thinning. Rain knew how to kiss their embroidery of leaves. I have watched them ripple tensely I know I cant beg back for these trees. Its okay I have the memories. They have now lost their sleep. But somehow let this be enough for now.

I have a long collector's streak me as a result my memory invites thses photos taken way back in the 90's . :B

Yours truly knows this change maybe good, but people like me, stung with memories put together cannot touch new things. We are old fashioned like that.