A Love Affair At Bhurban

The green branch I saw ascending with a naughty intention to titillate the clouds full of love, perhaps the shy clouds were reluctant due to my presence so I turned my face, but a naughty cameraman captured this romantic scene. My pleasure! I became a part of the scenery. Suddenly it started raining, the naughty branch lowered down her hands bowed her head before the nature with a washed greenery. Neat and clean branches a washed delicate trunk, a washed face and combed leaves. Alas! i cant see the roots but I believe it washes it like us, as it has copied exactly our washing prior to our bowing of heads before our unseen beloved, in thankfulness it's neat and clean and bowing its head though it couldn't touch the high clouds. I am now doubtful who copied the way of bowing in thankfulness The trees or us?