A scoop of water.

The gentle breeze ,cool to touch, as yet to be warmed by the weak wintry sun of early morning ,parted the fragile boughs of the tree and revealed a single pinkish magenta coloured flower.
Few days back on my return from the  major surgery i underwent  in a hospital, noticed that the leaves of this tree planted in the narrow strip of land bordering the parking lot ,more than a decade back ,which were normally ever green  had turned yellow.Some of which had slipped and fluttered down.
why was this tree ageing all of a sudden? Pondered over it .Was it the result or reaction to the water i had thrown at it carelessly after watering my newly acquired potted plants, just before i went into that surgery?
Did that scoop of water ,thrown at it so as to empty that bucket of water, hurt and age that tree which was nearly 13 -14 years old?
The magenta flower peeped out taking  me by surprise , a pleasant and thrilling one.I had observed that this plant flowered just once in 6 years .It had flowered in Dec 2007 and later in  end of 2013 .Just  a single flower and had therefore assumed that its next flower would be in 2018.
That careless fling had neither aged this old warrior that had weathered many a storms and many a cuts and near body blows of axes and scythes.But had encouraged it to shed its old troussea and diffidence and had prepared it for a another fresh renewal.
The tree a living thing was thirsting for its mistress tiniest care , smallest recognition  of its existence ,to burst forth in life.
It was rain fed for decades like all grown trees after its  initial nurturing as a sapling  by me watering it regularily till it became a tree.That tiny scoop of water that was not originally intended for it but just a after thought was all that it needed to tingle it into life and hope in sheer gratitude!

Can anyone say  that plants and trees do not feel and crave for human touch,specially those planted by human hands?
The blooming of that pinkish magenta flower  as i sat watching  the tree sway in gentle breeze trying to forget my pain showed that i healed it and it was healing me now.
A silent treat .Some one some where sent me that flower stroking away the pain , sharing and understanding the pain and trying to cheer me out of it.
To ease me out as i felt totally short changed
What more can i ask for?Who else can stroke away pain,emotional,physical  ,pshychological,economical,than one who really cares?
Some one does.some one unbound .some one unaffected but only amused by vagaries and magnitude of human ego.Some one who knows and cares.

written on --9.12.14--12.30pm