A Love Affair At Bhurban Poem by Akhtar Jawad

The green branch I saw
ascending with a naughty intention
to titillate the clouds full of love,
perhaps the shy clouds were reluctant
due to my presence
so I turned my face,
but a naughty cameraman captured
this romantic scene.
My pleasure!
I became a part of the scenery.
Suddenly it started raining,
the naughty branch lowered down her hands
bowed her head before the nature
with a washed greenery.
Neat and clean branches
a washed delicate trunk,
a washed face and combed leaves.
Alas! i cant see the roots
but I believe it washes it like us,
as it has copied exactly
our washing
prior to our bowing of heads
before our unseen beloved,
in thankfulness it's neat and clean
and bowing its head
though it couldn't touch the high clouds.
I am now doubtful
who copied the way of bowing in thankfulness
The trees or us?