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On “Could she be a tree?”

Date Written: November 1, 2017

She cooks the pride

When her trunk’s cooking me serves me the utmost aid

She eats the pride

When her fruits stop my hungry tide

She lives in the pride

When her roots strengthen me if I’m puny timed

She dies in the pride

When her death turns to my health

                                                                                                

I am afraid I may be in an irk       

As my comparison goes wide of the mark

As she is more than that of a tree in a park

 

If I ever go rough

The tree is dumb enough

But she always gears up for me with some stuff

 

She never expects anything as reward

It could be strange that I made it as sound as hard

As she expects to be made use of when my life goes hard

 

The walking tree serves all the needs

Not only the materialistic needs she meets

But also the spiritualistic things in the times of heats

 

When comes the role of my savior

More than a tree’s hither

She turns to a Hitler

 

In the role of my supporter

Greater than a tree’s thither

She turns to a mother

 

More than a tree as a corpse with life

The walking tree could go in convoluted times of my life

As a Londoner could go in estuary and cockney with his wife

 

Planting her in me keeps my life green

As planting trees on Earth keeps the Earth green

One she aided for my life and the other made it.

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