Swinging its branch, ignoring the mayhem
The tree in my courtyard turned as a gem
Gently but with delight
It was ready to fight
Standing in the scorching sun
Still swaying its branches in fun
Its shade created shadow
Looked divine in the stretched meadow
Where passer-by halted and took rest
Though for a while, but the time spent was THE BEST
To live life is an art
This lesson hit my mind like a dart
Standing still in the soil
Like the tree which is ready to toil
To imply, wanted to sow the seed of this art
Deep in my Heart
That will make me stand by
Miseries or merriment all that I will try
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