Feelings in shade

And how I turned from where to what,
And now nothing is revival,
Nothing is revival from where to what sapiens have given me so far,
Litters  of bract, ashes of weald,
Dried bushes of mine and all these from them and still I love
I love how some of them gives us life,
How my siblings are still happier than those poor beggars near my shade and helpless !
I am helpless!
I’ll grow and grow and grow for them,
I will grow from 0.006 mm pollen to an hoary arm of tree,
From tawny to the canary shade of pollen and from hickory shade of superannuated bark to the broken rust view.
We breath and exhale and breathe for the human kind and we will till we survive-Trees.

Parampreet kaur