Of Trees Poem by indira babbellapati
Of Trees
trees know no religion
caste or creed they know not
birds, bees and humans
do they shelter and nurture
with no expectation or reward
they extend their heart
discrimination not in their blood
to live as a tree and nothing else
isn't that real art of living?
discrimination not in their blood intriguingly depicts we social beings have........... Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree. - Martin Luther (1483-1546) trees have such an art in living! !
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4/25/2024 8:29:55 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Live like a tree. Give shade, breeze, fruits, ... Simply beautiful.