Run And See The Tree Poem by Naveed Akram

Run and see the tree, so fair and ancient,
Jokes of summer enter the fray, as a region of light
Called sunlight beams down on timber and talk.
Many coins barrage the town of owls and ospreys,
We are hopeful in this time of distress to see this tree.
My going is my enemy, my wishing is a brooding man,
Who deforms the plate of food, in an effort to think.

Now the mice patter towards the army of ants, a house
Fully encases us this time of the world, that fair engineer
Is abating, dissipating with heat, like a furnace of iron.
The accent is ruder than sums of money that laughs in the face,
So let the summer be a year of spring, the time of forced labour.
Run and see the tree's branches helping like hands of a clock,
Time flows from this point on, with hourglasses so ostentatious.