The Tree of Gold
The seed grew into a root,
The plumule above the ground shoot,
With stems, branches all at once,
He grew bigger searching a golden chance....
He grew and grew ,
With droplets of love,
Beneath his shade stronger his crew,
Picking his fruits harder they chew....
On his branches squirrel's feet walk through,
On his stem white flowers bloom,
On his trunk small creatures run,
On his leaves there are families ton!
Rolled up there is a white cocoon,
Tailed up beneath sleeps a racoon,
Children hang up on the dangling roots,
Seeing the owl on the top that hoots....
A home to the homeless,
A pillar to the support less,
Day and night he survived for others,
And never been mean to us,
His branches are almost broken,
With a blow of wind he will soon be taken,
He has become gray and old,
But will always be called the TREE OF GOLD!
Copyright © Tanishka Muzumdar | Year Posted 2018
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