A tree, so sole, <br />yet so familiar with all, <br />gives shade under its branches, <br />an intimate friend, <br />a shelter for all. <br /> <br />Butified by its leaves, <br />so green and serene, <br />everyone loves it, <br />the matured tree. <br /> <br />A time of season, <br />the tree not more alive, <br />it's dead and decayed, <br />its leaves already dried. <br />No one looks at it, <br />for it not give shelter anymore, <br />'It's a cursed tree! ! ', say all, <br />it's being hated, therefore. <br /> <br />Spring is here! ! <br />now new leaves going to bloom again, <br />the tree shall smile again, <br />its friends will approach it. <br /> <br />It's friends, those cursed it, <br />while it was decayed, <br />during its unfortunate days, <br />shall play with it again, <br />when see its happy days.<br /><br />Priyanka Bhowmick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-tree-8/
