They are there
In the morning, in the evening
With stories rustling in their branches
And scars etched on their barks
Yet how silent they are
Notwithstanding the rustle
Trees, our silent companions
The friends of our souls
They are not just homes to birds
but to the wanderer in us
Their existence, a sanctuary
to the unknotted threads of thoughts
They teach without asserting their power
These quiet trees that give eloquence
to the wind
Their life is one of giving.
What a beautiful poem about the trees ---They are the humble benefactors to the creatures around them and they know no pride, only serve others in their silent way!
Let me quote--The friends of our souls They are not just homes to birds but to the wanderer in us Their existence, a sanctuary to the unknotted threads of thoughts They teach without asserting their power
CONTINUED we can't imagine our walks without these green living friends, you have created a most beautiful Tribute to our nature companions, 5 Stars Full for you.
Best expressed about our faithful living green nature statues, what we never realize, they give us life, with no trees around us, we can't breathe, we shall suffocate, such a great tribute to our silent companions,
So very true and touching. A very deep and lovely poem full of inspiring branches, rooted in truth and beautiful sentiments.
Their life is one of giving'Very excellent closing line dear Irfan.The entire poem is outstanding.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent! So true! A super important message to the world. How many days go by that we simply ignore the beauty and miracles of the trees. Full five!