Tree spotting

To stop the search
And one day find,
The symbol of a notion
You'd left behind
In the dust that sometimes a yesterday grinds
Tied to a link to which a future sometimes binds

Then to see the symbol
Of a tired memory
Limitless and miraculous
Like eternity
And heavy and nebulous droptlet
Like mercury

It wasn't the soaring sky
Or the roaring sea
My symbol of freedom
Was a thick, full tree

Note: My first trip to Bangalore. This city has made me notice trees for the very first time.