Ode To A Tree

Ode To A Tree ode

O tree, beautiful tree in the garden!

Teach me the art of living!
You have mastered so well ~
Feet planted strongly in the earth
Branches raising arms to the sky
Giving shade to the weary traveller
Welcome shelter to the birds that fly
Weathering life’s storms, you stand
Yielding blossoms, fruit life-long
Never tire, never retire…

Seasons come and you withstand
Summer heat and winter snow..
Green leaves so tender
Change colour and fall,
Letting go gently, you stand bare
Age weathers your trunk
Yet patiently you stand
No regret haunts when the nest is empty
Living you give, dying you give…

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Neena Singh

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Member, Chandigarh Social Welfare Board. Trustee, Bharat Prakarsh Foundation (NGO) for educating underprivileged kids. Visit www.educateindia.net. Past President Rotary Club of Chandigarh. Governing Council Member Cheshire Homes Past Director Chandigarh Industrial and Tourism Development Corporation.
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Being a tree hugger (ha ha ) myself I enjoyed your poem very much. Hug a tree and listen!


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