Posted in Environment, New, Poetry

THE COLOSSAL TREE

Oh big Acacia tree

You are still sleepy

Your leaves are all drooping

Despite the birds chirping.

*

At the crack of dawn

I always observe you

Standing still on a vacant lot

Of a village in the meadow.

*

Your branches are sturdy

Nests of birds you carry

Making sure that it’s secure

Whenever the wind blows.

*

You are providing such shade

To protect everyone

From the rays of the sun

That is penetrating to the skin.

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