The tree stands bare as the dead leaves drop
Yet it heaves no sigh, nor let any tears drop
Patiently it goes through the season’s change
With infinite patience and a beauty strange.
With novel grace, it welcomes the spring
Amidst abounding blossoms, the sweet birds sing
Being aware of the conceit of the season’s play
For wasteful time brings the ultimate decay.
Humbly hanging down the fruit-laden tree
Lovingly sheltering the birds full of glee
Grow through life, the tree murmurs whole day
We’re here awhile, to bloom, to languish and decay.
©2018 Shaloo Walia All rights reserved
Lovely poems. Love the message in the last two lines!
Beautiful poem! Beautiful photo!
Beautiful thought this thought came to me as well, but you put in words so lovely.
Thank you dear!
Such a profound message wrapped in perfect words. Loved it Shaloo ?
Beautiful poem, Shaloo. I wish the season would linger. But it is a glorious one. ?
Thank you ?
Lovely words that celebrate our lives Shaloo…sometimes as glowing as spring but I also love the Fall as it lends vibrant colors to the leaves. ?
Thanks Balroop! Seasons complement each other just as opposite values are complementary. And it’s these complement values that makes life whole.
Beautiful reflections and even more beautiful words, ☮️
Lovely and beautiful. Profound work. ??