The Tree – by Oscar E V Fernando
Frolics and flows the stream-mid farm, dale and dell-
In Succulent feeding the flourishing tree for ages past.
Coarsened rough arms spread to heaven in rapturous swell,
Beseeching shade for the earth so hotly parched.
A haven of rest for chirpy tweeting birds at nest.
With soprano ed orchestrations at its best
In watchful eye of doting parents each in attendance-
With a vigilance wrapped in tender attention.