Tree..

After coming back from Mc Donalds....back with popiah tat i made..

this is a story of a tree:-

A Tree.

One of the most wonderful creation of God.
It is a shelter from rain.

It is a shade from the scorching sun.

It is a place to seek peace.

It is a place sit down and chill.

It is a place where you can chat.

It does not answer nor complains.

It listens attentively.

Grieve as you grieve.

Smile as you smile.

Cry as you cry.

Giving safe refuge when storms hit.

Through seasons, unchanged.

Leaves whitter, grows again ever lush.

It extends it's branches and leaves wide. The shades grow bigger.

Roots drive down the earth, hanging on to the ground where nutrient is absorbed.
When seasons comes, it bears fruit.

Labour for time producing fruits.

Fruits fell, hoping giving nourishment to one.

Once bitten, turns away.

Leaving.. neglected...

Still ever unchanging, roots further stregthens it.

Will it fruit again, definitely every season, untiring.

Standing alone for few more seasons.

With birds, insects and grass only partners.

Ground as solid foundation.

Awaiting one day, the day, that day.

Flowers blooming whitters not.

Abe