Poem For A Tree

Beneath the shades of trust,

Under the open arms of thee,

You face pain, face the earthy dust,

But you are my sweetest tree.

Never ever you let a drop,

Or even the rude sun touch me,

Beneath the shades, you pour only love

And Nurture me like a bee.

Some shattered hopes, some broken dreams,

All was lost until you came with glee,

And then all was here, for forever,

Thank you my sweetest tree.