Saturday, 11 May 2013

TREE




Plant a sapling,
for you have no inkling.
A gift to Mother Earth,
Green canopy, a dearth.
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Water, soil and sunshine,
all it needs to be fine.
A sapling, plant and then a tree,
branching its arms in glee.

A parasol from scorching sun
,a rope swing in spring ; fun.
Rooting the eroding values and soil.
Enriches a peasant's toil.

Sow as you reap,
Share the fruits in heap.


FOR : poetryjaam

I HAVE USED THE WORD 'SCORCHING SUN' TO CONVEY 'HEAT'