The Tree of Trust
The Tree of Trust
Trust is like a valiant fruit tree
That is not grown just with words,
Nor does it mature carefree;
Its seed sown with love in the backyard
Needs to be watered with due care
And attended with a fitting flair.
Its roots are damped with honesty
While its trunk breathes out confidence,
Its stems smell of sincerity,
Its branches exhale the pertinence
Of promises kept and sustained
And its leaves unfold truth maintained.
Its fruits roll out joy and pleasure
While its seeds procure new life
And its shade provides some shelter,
Whether from life`s occasional strife,
The ardent rays of the midday sun
Or the transient rain at dawn.
Yet the valiant tree of trust
Can dry up with the venom of lust,
With the pure poison of mistrust
Or with the noxious bane of hate
That can drive it to a sad fate
And turn it to sorrowful dust.
It truly behoves one and all
Not to let the sacred tree of trust
To reach a desolate downfall,
Nor allow it to turn to dust
But to hold it high as a must,
As a companion of the soul.
By Krishnanand Guptar
21 January 2023
Copyright © Krishnanand Guptar | Year Posted 2023
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