An Elegy On Golden Showers

Hey, thick bold woody man.

Your delicate branches decipher pain.

The bright dew you born,

Felt like yesterday morning.

Your tender leaves whistles the glory,

Of ultimate mother nature.

Your golden inflorescence mesmerized

Our minds stronger wider.

One day, evil men chopped you

Into thousand shattering pieces of silence.

I heard your miserable utterances,

Among the clusters of slashes.

Your cries where hard enough,

Even the rigid soil started weeping helplessly.

Men can kill you easily,

Piercing sharp weapons upon you.

Men can brutally destruct you from growing and aiming skies too.

But know one thing my golden shower,

It's hard to make someone love you,

on the same world where others felt you're just a tree.