Teak Leaves Poem by Vinaya Joseph

In forest realms where shadows dance,
Upon the breeze, the teak leaves prance.
Each leaf a tale of ancient grace,
In verdant hues, a sacred place.

From boughs that reach toward the sky,
They whisper secrets, low and high.
In every vein, a story's told,
Of roots that anchor, strong and bold.

They sway and rustle in the morn,
As golden light adorns each thorn.
Their gentle dance, a timeless song,
Echoes of ages, sweet and long.

In rain-soaked nights, they softly weep,
As droplets fall in rhythms deep.
Their tears, a gift to thirsty earth,
A symphony of life's rebirth.

Oh, teak leaf, in your quiet sway,
You teach us how to bend, to sway.
To weather storms and seasons long,
And in our essence, stay strong.

So let us learn from teak's embrace,
To stand tall with unwavering grace.
And like the leaf, may we believe,
In resilience, and never leave.