Thursday, 23 November 2017

Song of a tree

In spring
You flutter within me
Make me pregnant
With cute little flowers.

I enjoy the rain
With your pretty children
Who play all over me
Singing n smiling.

Autumn arrives
Making me
Empty of all my possession!

I don't react
Or utter a word
I simply stand alone naked
Waiting for the spring,
My love,
To flap his wings again.

© 2017 B.S Saroja
26/10/2017

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