Under This Tree Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
Under This Tree
Under this tree
This foliaged tree
I shall lie down
And think not
And therefore worry not:
A slight wind rustles
Rustles through the leaves
The cricket sings his love-songs distantly
And the small water-pond gurgles to the Time.
Moon, stars, white Dawn, sun, sunset, dusk
Here all come:
And yet
Under this tree
This foliaged tree
I shall lie down
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