Smitten By The Beauty Of The Trees Poem by Sunita Chandla

Often when I'm out on a little spree
Can't help but stop to admire a lovely tree
Thoughts go deeper and I marvel at nature
In admiration, naturally bow down to its creator

From a distance, they seem to touch the sky
And some can cause tall buildings to shy
Don’t shirk to simply stop by
It’s a perfect place to heave a sigh

Thick or tall some stand alone
Look even prettier with flowers grown
Swaying softly to the silent music of breeze
Their gorgeous colours, make my gaze simply freeze

There was one that I recently saw
Held me back to stare in its awe
It was a big tree and just too pink
Bore bunches of flowers sans leaves I think

Another one that I luckily found
Was huge and its branches, were touching the ground
The trunk was hidden, so I slightly bent
Soon was drawn in this amazing, natural tent.

Striking combinations of pink, orange and blue
Matching birds often hidden in hue
A treat to the eyes, -a beautiful view
Food for thought, -a dream to ensue

Exquisite flowers and their colour combination
Are truly an artist’s source of inspiration’
Bushes too surprise along the crease
Filled with bright yellow flowers
Or beautiful bunches of red cherries
Many others are brilliant too
Particularly the ones have tiny
Bottle-Brushes in blue

A huge tree -sparkled with white flowers
Created on earth a scene from heaven
Was I on cloud nine, or yet at seven
Until I saw something that resembled a grapevine
It was hugging a house, with bunches of flowers in a colour divine




Firm and strong albeit lean and tall

Weathering all seasons, spring or fall

Clad with leaves or covered with snow

They look gorgeous standing in a row


Spreading their arms, stout or slender
Shelter to homeless fauna they render
Magically changing colours from brown to green
A perfect drawing on the sky's blue screen

Soon I begin to yearn for some I could own
Laden with fruits, soon after sown

What a delight it would bring to me,
To watch the visiting birds, or a honey bee.

Hushed by wind, boughs bend to and fro
Delightful Swings for kids yet to grow

Shimmering leaves bathed in glow
Time must cease or at least go slow

Can’t praise enough their beauty and bounty
Symbols of humility,
Or palpable presence -of the Almighty? ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !