I heard the brains holds less
When there is nothing to see
So how do trees live long?
Even with an axe at their roots
Standing strong amidst the waves
Blowing air, throwing leaves of good tidings
Whispering many matters to the earth
Showering berry fruits to the birds
Deity talking, ambience interference
O, I heard the trees holds less
When there is famine for all
So where do the seeds go
During the dry and blinding times?
All they do is swing smooth,
Rolling down to the oath of nature making, nature hearing.
Nature Making
SIMPLE WORLD 
You have inspired me. God blessssss!
Thank you.
Thanks. Glad I could be of help. Much inspiration to you
In our life, each season is important; seeds are being planted or fertilized or harvested or swept away. The cycle continues…
Well said, duly noted. I’m glad you could stop by. Cheers
Im a tree hugger, where would we be without them, inspiring words as always.
True. I’m glad you could stop by. Been awhile, always good to hear from you. Much inspiration to you