Posted in Environment, New, Poetry


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.