You are the Life of Mine
My Icon of live the Shadow of Divine
Your Silence Has Always Makes Me Mute
You are the Miracle of Nature a Sign of Absolute
Your Seed of Creation Is Almost Eternal
You Rebirth Time to Time in the Form of External
Your Roots Grasp's the Soil Just like A Baby Spoil
But You Bend Your Leafy Twig's After the Stormy Toil
You are Steady in the Greenery and Quite in the Dry
You Embrace the Rain in Your Bough when the Clouds Droop's silent Cry
By Blooming of the Erotic Flower You welcome Colorful Passionate Spring
You Suffer the Cruelty of Winter with It's Countless Frosty Sting
You Release The Breath of Air in which we are Alive and Get Refreshed
We Cut Thy Stem like an Animal to burn for Light to Warm of Our Flesh
You Conceive the Divine Fruit with the Taste of Heaven
We Consume it As a Granted Deed Like a Seductive Food Of Eden
Once A Time We Worshiped You As a Wisdom of BodhGaya
But Now-a-Days You Desired as a Lusty Tree of Apple, From Abroad Not The Himalaya.
My Icon of live the Shadow of Divine
Your Silence Has Always Makes Me Mute
You are the Miracle of Nature a Sign of Absolute
Your Seed of Creation Is Almost Eternal
You Rebirth Time to Time in the Form of External
Your Roots Grasp's the Soil Just like A Baby Spoil
But You Bend Your Leafy Twig's After the Stormy Toil
You are Steady in the Greenery and Quite in the Dry
You Embrace the Rain in Your Bough when the Clouds Droop's silent Cry
By Blooming of the Erotic Flower You welcome Colorful Passionate Spring
You Suffer the Cruelty of Winter with It's Countless Frosty Sting
You Release The Breath of Air in which we are Alive and Get Refreshed
We Cut Thy Stem like an Animal to burn for Light to Warm of Our Flesh
You Conceive the Divine Fruit with the Taste of Heaven
We Consume it As a Granted Deed Like a Seductive Food Of Eden
Once A Time We Worshiped You As a Wisdom of BodhGaya
But Now-a-Days You Desired as a Lusty Tree of Apple, From Abroad Not The Himalaya.
SAVE THE TREE --- M-e-Z. :-)
