Song Of The Trees On The Crest Poem by Yasmin Khan

See, we stand on the crest in the sun and the shower
Sighing on the emerald green peaks with gales and winds
Boughs swinging beneath the azure arch
We bathe in the maiden rays, don’t lose the last crimson tinge
Clouds’ play and kisses of the moon’s genial rays
With zephyrs we dance far from the smoke and the city’s din

Yet very oft the place we envy and covet
When we gaze beneath in the hills’ lap
There stand who breathe not in plenitude, neither revel
On the lofty peaks but stand in humility
Offer a cool retreat from searing sun
And sing the songs with passerby