The BareTree
Today I stand tall,
all bare and dare,
your eyes to stare ,
My solitude . . . .
I take the beat ,
of sun wind and rain;
Yet the spirit is alive
shall bounce back again .
Friends who have deserted me
in torn and battered state .
Will be the ones , asking
give us shelter again .
When autumn of life,
makes me thread bare;
I will not lose heart;
Shall endure it all.
New horizons are...
but a yonder away;
Nature is humming , its song
hark! I can hear it all.
I will remain standing tall,
welcoming one and all;
In my new finery;
You just wait and watch !
# Kiren Babal
8. 4. 2015
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