Verdant Threads: A Tapestry Of Wisdom And Joy

Beneath the mango's sprawling arms she sits,

An elder wise, with wrinkles etched in time,

Her saree, emerald green where sunlight splits,

Reflects the leaves in dappled, verdant rhyme.

Around her, laughter chases on the breeze,

A joy unbound, a riot of bright hues,

Children brandish packets filled with ease,

Green gulal flung, a playful, vibrant bruise.

Each speck that lands, a whisper on her skin,

Isn't just mischief, but a silent vow,

A bond renewed, where generations win,

A promise whispered, life will somehow grow.

For like the tree above, with branches strong,

Life's cycle spins, a constant, verdant stream,

Each generation, born to right a wrong,

A verdant legacy, a vibrant dream.

The air around hums with chaotic glee,

Holi's wild colors painting skin anew,

Yet here, beneath the green canopy,

A quiet understanding filters through.

For though the hues may fade with time's cruel hand,

And revelry succumb to slumber's call,

The verdant thread, unseen, it will withstand,

A constant green, that binds them one and all.

Green whispers hope, of growth that never ends,

Green speaks of life, where harmony resides,

Green paints the land, where friendship transcends,

A vibrant tapestry, where wisdom hides.

The old woman smiles, a knowing in her eyes,

As children tire, their laughter turns to sleep,

The green remains, beneath the starlit skies,

A promise kept, a harmony to keep.

So let them chase the colors, let them play,

For in their joy, a future takes its form,

The green embrace, where wisdom lights the way,

A vibrant constant, weathering every storm.