A TREE

Tree growth
Greenery spread
Doth fret
The soul string

Many a flowers bloom
Lot many weather away
A glance, at
Tree fruit, distance
The gloom away

Irrigated with toil
The gross grows
Befitting the stay
Fixed under the soil-root

Oblivious to the call
It treads many a direction.
Tree, a companion mine
Speaks, Soul-to-Soul.