The Fairy Tree Poem by Naveed Akram

Up on this tree I have my heart beating,
The birds are around fully singing;
A stolen object expressed its presence
From out of the leaves and branches with brilliance.

The object forgave my life, its crime was with me,
And I sorted it out my life, with glee.
The possession was in the air and on the ground,
My soldiers are on this tree, the sound.

Let soldiers be monkeys and against all hope
Of leaving us alone. The sounds were birds that I grope
In this beautiful tree, this still fountain
Of loss and gain, like a mountain.

I let go of this death, I let go forever,
Much was secretive on this Easter.
I saw the chocolate egg on this chocolate tree
In the land of fairies, the land for me.