In praise of thee, oh! my tree

In praise of thee, oh my tree

My parrot pecked  and chirped

many a  call of melody  to this

world of  malady sinking in plotting

parasites veering around us;

cool zephyr  fanned by  aurora

steady  blowing, tree’s bliss and pride,

now touching upon branch after

branch, withering away yellow leaves;

beneath thy shady nook and corner

many a  devout,schlorlay  sage

have done penance for the sake

of worldly redemption,

when one morning  for timber’s sake

an axe had befallen the brown layers

panicking all   caves and inmates;

the thud  had spread on the floor.

Muse had silently spread all her

Wings of poesy and creativity,

Now in books and  broad shelters

Some even  bitten by insects ;

I always think of that Fruit

wrought so much  here, yet

to thee ,thy shade, hanging boughs

my rhyme ever sings a rhapsody.