Balachandran V's poem is a quiet scene with a gentle lesson inside it. Spring arrives, and a tree flowers. That's the whole event. The speaker then turns to us, the watchers, and lists three possible reactions: we might love the tree, hate it, or walk past without noticing. The short, parallel lines make each reaction feel equally possible, and equally small.
The key idea comes near the end: "Nothing matters to the tree." The tree doesn't flower to be admired or to avoid criticism. It flowers because that is simply what it is. The speaker seems calm, even admiring, of this lack of concern. The poem hints that people could learn something from it, such as acting from our own nature rather than from other people's approval. The mood is still, steady and a little freeing. Because the language is so plain, the thought lands softly, like a small reminder to just be what you are.