Friday, October 17, 2008

An old poem...


Standing strongly in solitude,
Warmth and love, you exude.
Unshaken by the horrid seasons,
Deep-seated roots, your only weapons.
First thing that comes to my mind,
You are a provider, a protector to mankind.
Offering shade and shelter, fruits in your palm,
Playing with breezy fingers, you offer comfort and calm.
In return what have we to give you...
Except to hurl you down, with forces undue.
In minutes you crumble down to your knees,
Replacing you, we have built new cities.
To mature, must have been a century,
From seed to sapling, to plant to tree !

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