Tree

Tree

To praise His glory He made thee,
a firm a nameless but an unsung beautiful tree
she is selfless,silent but a theif
who stole my heart so I am in grief

neither she complain nor demand,
not only she does everything but also she obey my unspoken commands,
finally! her own leaves vomits
unseen roots have their own story,which she never emits,

she is not silent,strong but a good pretender
crowns of laurel as fruits she wore,symbol for surrender
I found His presence in the unmovable teacher!
I tiny tot with folded hands standing to praise the unsung creature!

Oh God!why you made me human? make me the tree
either make me the static object or else make my heart dirt free!