Isn't the tree a poem so fine
written by God with ink divine?
Its tender limbs sway and swing,
in its heart birds hop and sing.
Spreading its arms to embrace the air
its lolling leaves chant endless prayer.
Each leaf is a wonderful letter
that echoes the glory of the greatest Creator.
Green in Spring and golden in Autumn,
calm in noon and vibrant in morn.
A beautiful queen with a lovely crown,
grown on loving mother Earth's bosom.
Beautiful in all shapes and shades,
that inspires and instils the value of sacrifice.
Isn't it a poem with myriad meanings
beyond the power of poor human beings?
Wednesday, February 24, 2021