HERSTORY BENEATH THE POETREE

There's a girl who lives on a green-brown land, 
In solitariness, she colours her sky with hues and upstand,
She takes baby steps under the twilight skies, 
When she closes her eyes, she dreams of life with highs. 

Erratically, she possesses emotions of autumn leaves,
And sits by the Poetree - 'Coz it listens her stories through eaves,
The clouds on the horizon taught her,
"Time is one-way road", thus life can't recur.

Like the last leaf on the bush, her obligations touch the sky,
The stem (The Universe) is small, yet she caresses it as vast & high,
Her emotions are like seasonal changes,
Whatever is the situation, she blooms like a flower & manages. 

Similarly like metaphors, idioms and quotes, 
Nature's creatures speak pure without voice notes, 
Their hum, presence, appearance and silent grace, 
Carries truths from echoes to eco's embrace. 

Her soul isn't merely a Homo sapien's birth, but heart of the Earth, 
She's a luminous diamond who knows her worth,
Even when the skepticism and grief might bring her down,
For she's the unique moon, that's here to stay and wear her vibrant crown.

- GEETHIKA REDDY