The Old Tree Of The Lake…

Standing tall on the lake,

You are ageing of creation.

You feeding from the lake,

Survived through the misty winters.

You heard the thunder and

Lived through the lightening nights.

Under the mysterious guardian,

You lived in the flowing timeless silence.

The brutal nature’s probing,

Slaughtered you time and again.

Not letting your hopes to dust,

You smiled like a bride-

Dressed in new branches and leaves.

Showing your love with shades,

You fed all the spring blossoms.

Bringing a new life on this earth,

You sipped the nectar of the creator…

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