Every tree has its own story, each branch its tale to tell,

Of the abundant happy leaves it mothers,

Of the numerous jolly birds that flock its humongous form,

Of the painted tender butterflies that soar high to pursue its wide peak,

Of the tiny insects that scurry dutifully along its trunk,

Of the lazy reptiles that lie waiting in its shadowy cozy corners,

Of the fast squirrels that race and run throughout,

Of the varied seasons that let it don a new guise,

Of its colourful flowers that sparkle like jewels,

Of its juicy fruits that attract all kinds of friends,

Of its stronghold roots that spread beneath, far and wide,

Of the yellow sun that showers its blessing every morning,

Of the pearl moon that shines a brilliant light, transforming it magical in the night,

Of the wind that tickles it teasingly each time,

Of the traveller that reposes in its soothing shade,

Of birth and re-birth along its length and breadth,

Of the droves of diverse families dwelling in its vast girth,

Of the heavenly rains that infuse it with life and liveliness,

Of the euphoric eyes that cherish it with pride and happiness,

Every tree has its own story, each branch its tale to tell;

If you have the will to bond and the heart to revel!