On the sides of a lonely street,
I often see a young pine.
Calm and quiet as it is,
Carrying some greeny thoughts in mine.
As the wheel of seasons roll,
It's golden needles fly back safe.
Chearingly awaits for someone who
Is the donor of ' elixier of life'.
Finally he lends his hands to all,
Defends anything in his shade above.
Supporting in the scorching atmospheres,
In return asks nothing but love, and love, and love.
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"Between every two pines is a doorway to a new world."
― John Muir
Trees exhale for us so that we can inhale them to stay alive
Can we ever forget that?
Let us love trees with every breath
we take until we perish.
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Secret Spells
PuisiRanked-#17 - simple \\ 25-7-2018 Ranked-#15 - poem collection \\ 25-7-2018 Ranked-#475 - Passion This book is all about the positive vibes which surrounds us. Each of this little sequence explains a specific value of life.
