Under the shade of this tree,
where a kid grew up so free.
Sky, water were all his friends,
a jolly life with happy ends.
It gave fruits, talked with him,
and he was happy to the brim.
With time the tree grew old,
a friendship worthier than gold.
Stormy winds came with roar,
the tree was thus safe no more.
Once a kid and now a man,
he tried to save all he can.
Leaves fell, branches shrugged,
still he to it happily hugged.
Prasenjit©1997-2011
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