Tree you are.
Swaying by the cliff
Your roots sunk deep
In the hidden crevices
Of rock.
Strong. Dark. Impenetrable.
The winds whip your leaves.
In the light of endless sunsets.
It’s all play to you.
Wind and gale
Only a gentle breeze.
Tree you are.
The changing seasons
Mere reasons to grow
Flower. Fruit. Wisdom.
Tree you are.
Life you are.

This poem was written for my BabyVat.

About Bhumika's Boudoir

I love to laugh, and end up being a part of high drama and stormy emotion even when I don't pursue it. Being creative, and communicating with people get me going. I enjoy all the good things in life especially those that are slightly risque, and apologise little, if ever, for all that I do. Literature is a passion and so is music.
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1 Response to Tree

  1. Ch4 says:

    It’s beautiful.


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