Swaying In The Breeze Poem by Vera Sidhwa

Flower blossoms dropped from above,
My symbols of springtime love.
The tree swaying in the breeze,
Spoke of all it had with ease.


The tree's soft message was now sent,
About how it's life was meant,
To protect and nurture others,
In a lifetime of now and the future.


This message wasn't mediocre,
This message wasn't mean.
It was not about a well meant scheme.
It was about how this tree was made,
To help those sitting in it's shade.


I looked up at it's branch,
And trunk and leaf.
The tree educated me in brief,
That life's branches were numerous.



That life's roads were never ending.
And life's adventures were everlasting,
When embarking upon these branching roads.