POETRY ( poet- tree)



Tree and poetry
Poetry ( poet-tree)


A poet is like a tree,
branching out feelings.
As a seed, it tends to,
break out shells.

The sprouts are fragile,
they are kept fixed.
They get their base,
and start gripping it.

The shoot is on its way to prosper 
and the root upheld it tight.
The root nourishes thought,
and upward moves the sapling.

It is free with no perimeters,
unfolding its branches to stretch wide.
As the girth is getting hard,
so does the tree getting stronger.

The tree is now giving shade,
passing thoughts to the ensuing realm.
The herbs, the shrubs and the creepers
thrive underneath to enrich their thoughts.

The poet is like a tree,
flourishing on thoughts to create "POETRY"

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