' Sitting Under The Green Wood Tree' Poem by Samra Haq

I was sitting under the greenwood tree;
I'm particular in reading novels when I am free;
There were occasional droplets of rain falling;
Dropping on my hair; I am trying to be rolling;
My doggy and cat love to lie with me;
I saw so many birds and squirrels
That was singing a song; then, flee;
My pets were running after them;
They were trying their best to reach up without doing
Any harm;
I am enjoying my reading and every moment;
All of sudden two kids started fighting and passing
Bad comments;
After a minute, my novel's story turns into a tragic situation;
I was continuing my reading without any hesitation;

My tree was beside the lake;
My tempo of reading has gone to, 'brake; '
It's hard to tell this with this author;
Still raining, the weather was wet with rich air;
I was so confused while reading;
I don't know how to follow, once I'm still;
I was feeling scared that there was no sunshine;
Then I stopped reading my book;
Like a wading story has gone into brook;
I was packing my things to proceed to home;
Weather was so beautiful, saying to everyone most welcome;
Still, there was a light rain;
Everyone was enjoying every moment to regain;
I am sitting under the greenwood tree;
I'm particular in reading novels when I am free;

By Samra Haq