Behind The Tree
Behind The Tree
Behind the tree a riddle is precious,My trees surround me in vigour;
He sets out to explore and master
Me when I am surrounded by trees.
Fruit makes me mad when eaten,
Joys connive my words as I breath
In, breath in and inhale with exhalation.
This body of wood causes us to astound
Our elders with a rescuing attitude.
My faults extinguish themselves
After the fruit has been plucked.
Across the valley a gale blows,
Trees are reduced due to time and wind.
© Naveed Akram
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