• dhivya 14w

    A tree

    Acute sunlight,
    Waiting for a gardener to pour water.
    Waited a day,
    Waited a hours,
    Waited a minutes
    Waited a seconds,
    But the gardener is found nowhere.
    Started to weep myself
    Oh God ! Iam going to face my death.
    Minutes later,
    I started to fall away little by little.
    Alas ! The gardener is far away distance from me talking with another guy.
    After my death,
    He started pouring water on my dried wood.
    I enter in his dreams and said
    " don't continue watering on a dead tree.
    Care when I was alive".
    ©dhivya