In whispers soft, my grandmother spoke,
Of ancient dreams and the forest's cloak.
Her final wish, a sacred decree,
To be Vruksha Dewathavi, a guardian free.
With each tale spun of gods and divine,
Yakshas and spirits in the twilight shine.
Strange creatures danced in the flickering light,
As I listened in wonder, my heart took flight.
Her spirit belonged to the forest's embrace,
A lineage woven in nature’s grace.
With every story, my love grew strong,
For wildlife's beauty, where I belong.
Flora and fauna, in harmony thrive,
In the lush, vibrant world, I feel alive.
Guided by her wisdom, I roam and explore,
In the heart of the wild, I long for more.
