My tree
My tree has the base as a heart
It is made of leaves of gems
And glistens in the light
Its art is not in how it sits so poised
Rather in how it lives to listen to the surrounding noise
And in it, it produces leaves
Of gems that relieve its pain
Its’ told, yesterday will not gain,
But today I say
forever will I be brilliant.
My future is in what I create so
It is at the brim of delight
Hoping to spill over as its friend is the fountain.
Lays its leaves clenching the aqua’s thirst.
It is seen that water is beautiful
May my gems offer you
More trickery of the eye
You see, how you view my gems
Offers a new story for each person
So tell the world of my wealth
And soon you too will be telling the truth.