Poem Dated: 7.1.93
Tall trees swaying in the breeze
How beautiful they look,
Looking at them, old mountain says,
"All the beauty they took"
The green leaves of the trees
Whose rustle when we hear
From our mind disappears,
Restlessness and fear
The colourful flowers of the trees
With their fragrance sweet
Reds,Blues,Yellows, Pinks
Oh, they look so neat
The delicious fruits of the trees
Oh! My mouths starting to water
A nice fruit juice would be a relief
When the sun starts getting hotter
So you see trees are
Not as simple as they seem
I read this poem to one of them
With pleasure it started to beam.
Tall trees swaying in the breeze
How beautiful they look,
Looking at them, old mountain says,
"All the beauty they took"
The green leaves of the trees
Whose rustle when we hear
From our mind disappears,
Restlessness and fear
The colourful flowers of the trees
With their fragrance sweet
Reds,Blues,Yellows, Pinks
Oh, they look so neat
The delicious fruits of the trees
Oh! My mouths starting to water
A nice fruit juice would be a relief
When the sun starts getting hotter
So you see trees are
Not as simple as they seem
I read this poem to one of them
With pleasure it started to beam.
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