Gratitude: My Hubtree.
O My Tree now you are ‘One Year’ Old,
I planted you as an extension of my own hold,
Varieties of tress already planted, and their
Intent of a deep relation with our soil; and taste
my own fruits,
Hoping to nurture, discover myself with you;
and develop my own strong roots.
Grateful to the seeds hidden in a distant, but not
Unaware of the invaluable treasure it might garner.
I am also thankful to the sight of you O Soil; For the
support of you I still toil,
But for your park, I might have burned fewer oils,
Or in the garden of my home, the seeds would have
Showcased their dance of shadows and green jewels!
Appreciation and gratitude all for you,
The belief in my tree must now I renew,
Still young it is, with adequate time given,
It may still flourish anew, with no need ever
to bid adieu.
Last but not the least, I have you;
And a novel me, I want to see in you.
Recently I completed "One Year" on Hubpages. So, to celebrate this occassion, and to show my happiness to be a part of it, I wrote this poem. :-) Hope you will enjoy it.
© 2012 Charu Bhatnagar
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