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.