Monday, 5 December 2016


Strong winds do violently shake trees,
The wind still goes away.
Though some are left uprooted,
And others broken-unselective parts,
Some grow again, others never fight on.

Again and Again,
Standing trees are still shaken
By the haunting ghostly winds
But they choose to stand on
And this makes nature beautiful.
But the uprooted ones are thrown into fire
And soon are all forgotten as their smoke fades into the skies

Their strengths lies in the depth of their roots
And not the greenly flourishing shoots
And they know what to cling on
To beautify nature
And leave a Legacy
And not be forgotten on an overnight


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