A Maldives Tale
There was a tree in a town of Maldives,
Irrespective of the season, it thrives,
Its girth, tens of hand spans,
At midnight the leaves dance,
No one has seen this except the priests' wives.
An abode to mystical creatures,
Some believed to be miniatures,
At twilight, the leaves glowed
Exotic fragrance flowed,
Creatures are elves-like caricatures.
One day the tree fell without being hewn,
All over, far and wide its leaves were strewn,
No one knew why this happened,
Priests said the tree was sickened,
The town became parts of garment sewn.
March 20, 2022.
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