A Tree Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Here came the early morning breeze,
Exposed life started with its first sneeze,
The bud opened its soft pink petals,
In a garden of smokes and hard metals,
Tree, covered the bud with its green leaves
To save the bud from all around thieves,
To save it from millions germs and virus,
To save the life that is precious and pious,
The bud started feeling pains and pleasures,
When breast fed it was an owner of treasures,
Silver and gold diamonds and pearls in one,
The bud recognized one by smell of someone,
In the covers of motherly touches it slept carefree,
Nothing to worry the bud is protected by a tree!
What else, the life's unparalleled charm of charms?
A carefree sleep in in a mother's armored arms!