Trees
A tree is a tree,
whether small or tall, but free,
touch it to feel its vibes,
watch it to feel its hues.
Spring delights trees,
Blossoms bloom, fragrance teems,
Bees and birds taste the nectar so sweet,
Touch and feel the hope of future meet.
Oblivious to summer heat and wind,
shelters the birds and bees in kind,
Stands tall for selfless service with elegance,
Keeps engraved love message forever with grace.
Autumn trees display glamour of falling colorful leaves,
gloom and doom of loneliness intensifies,
The leaves get trampled, twirled around in swirling wind,
Get close to a tree to feel the lonesome sadness in mind.
The winter trees, standing bare bones,
Cold rain and snow freezing its bones,
With branches raised, reaching for the sky,
Inviting divinity, survival spirits fly.
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