Mahogany In Monsoon Poem by Vinaya Joseph

In the heart of my backyard, where shadows play,
Stands a tree of grandeur, with secrets to say.
Mahogany, stately with bark so dark,
Bears witness to time, leaves whisper and hark.

As monsoon arrives with its symphony grand,
The sky unfurls with a maestro's hand.
Raindrops descend in a silvery dance,
Giving life to the forest, awakening trance.

The mahogany sways, its leaves in delight,
Embracing the storm in the depth of night.
Roots deep in the earth, steadfast and true,
Absorbing the essence of the sky's royal blue.

Each drop that caresses the bark's rugged face,
Is a tale of renewal, of nature's embrace.
The monsoon's embrace, both fierce and tender,
Brings a promise of growth, a season to remember.

In the midst of the storm, the mahogany sings,
A melody ancient, of timeless things.
Strength in the wood, and grace in the fall,
A testament to nature's intricate call.

When the rain finally wanes, and the skies clear,
The mahogany stands, with nothing to fear.
Renewed by the monsoon, majestic and strong,
A symbol of endurance, where it belongs.