A TREE IN SEASON
A tiny seed out from the womb of Mother Earth slowly sprouts
Barely a leaf or two earmarks its existence and flaunts.
Gracefully growing in springtime ready for human's adulation
Fastidious as nature when finest buds and flowers bloom for everyone's delight.
Lo in summer, leaves in green, thick and shady become its frock.
In fashion of trees where human comfort lies
From scorching dryness of fiery air thus vegetation, too, wilts
But trees prevail in majestic template which nature builds.
By autumn, its network of ground claws cling tight beneath the land.
Mustering strength to hold its water vessel reserve
As slowly trunk and limbs undressed for the season;
Shedding barks, leaves falling, to let its soul fly free .
By winter, heavy cold snaps bother not its spirit;
Neither rain, nor sleets, nor chills from winds unleashed.
The body stands naked, proud, confidently assured;
Its graceful posture claims its place under the freezing sky.
Leah C. Dancel
Copyright@August 10, 2020
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SH-AUSTRALIA
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