Of your tree so mighty,
I am a leaf so green and tiny;
Neither an apple nor a fig,
I hold on to a twig;
In winter I shiver and I freeze,
In summer I sway in the breeze;
Drenched in torrential rain,
I cry in grief and in pain;
Scalded in the burning sun,
I shrivel and I shun;
A creeper I long to mime,
My arms enlacing you;
Heavenly heights to climb,
My soul enrobing you.
~ Anita Bacha ~
Thank you for your visit my dear friends.
You will find the above and many such poems in my book ‘Soul Poetry’ published by Partridge in 2015 , distributed worldwide by Amazon & Barnes and Noble .
https://www.amazon.com/dp/1482852322?ref_=cm_sw_r_mwn_dp_57J914B5NSHZ18PZGE49&fbclid=IwAR3x3o1wuJgeRqdYMGisUIJr1UQrenIu5_1aONSs7fjl-msnLe9gSVExBSo&mibextid=Zxz2cZ
Image source internet. Poem À leaf of Your Tree cc Anita Bacha 2015.