Poetree

Look, aloft is a seed of spring
Dancing merrily to ambient tune
Beneath cosy sun and pearly moon
Blithely aboard on whispering wind's wing.

Not far does it an abode find
And alights in womb of fertile earth
Blessed with abundance, no dearth
To settle down to sprout it's kind.

Sprout up dear, your soul is free
Yours is all land, so is blue sky
Fight against every animosity
And bud into a Poetree!



Look there the little Poetree
Now up against the brutish cold
Bear with it dear, let fate unfold
Spring is near again, don't you see?



With winter gone and pocket-full of sunshine
Blossomed flowers in myriad hues
Boughs teemed with ripe fruits, no blues
As earthly life with utopian bliss, entwined!