Poetree: Sacred Tree © Poem by Roann Mendriq

At summer time, when drought is near,
When trees wither in blazing heat;
When leaves quiver in lifeless fear
and saplings wilt in burnt barefeet,

When the air is dry with dust,
breathless, still and ever stale;
When arid earth is cracked to crust;
when all new life is bound to fail...

It's then the Pipal tree begins to glow
in neon shares of vibrant hue;
Shimmering leaves shoot forth to grow,
A call to life, to start anew...

O sacred tree, blessed from above,
each heart shaped leaf, a drop of love...