The Tree Poem by dipak adhya

Often it seems to me
No architect can create like
The tree itself,
No painter can beautify
As the tree can,
No composer has the ability to compose the music
Even with modern instruments
As it can
With its leaves and branches,
No shade is as cool as the shadow
That it provides in the mid-day of June,
I never get a companion as sweet as it
All the year round,
No one tries to realise me
As it always does,
No one awaits me standing at a single place
No one teaches me like it
What patience really means-
And unnumbered love that I'm used to get;
Now, is there any doubt?
Still have I to tell you who is my dearest one?