Flocks of birds
came to see the morning session
predefined their separate blocks
does not mock the sun
who came late
all the way from the dock
far away a tree
was awaited
not faraway
their relation
an old man
uses to medidate below
thinks fortunate
an old tree
uses to give only leaves
not thinks unfortunate
Forever a visitor for tree
© Manakavingyan
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