During the stormy winds,
Or in the heavy rainfalls
May it be the summer grinds,
Or in the dairy snowfall

The tree is solemn at it's place,
He accepts the extreme condition
Stays calm and patient in every phase,
Keeps growing in every situation

During the storm
he sheds the leaves
"Well, it's my destiny"
He thinks, moreover he believes
"Time heals everything.";
Again he creates a new dorm
Magic he weaves
Returns back from eternity
And regains everything.

In the rainfall
he's scared to fall,
But, makes himself strong
He stores the water,
As capable for long
He grows broader,
He prepares himself in his happy visions
To be happier in other seasons.

In the summer
Humans already there for his murder,
He dries up all
Almost ready to fall,
But whatever he harvested in rains
Is reducing his pains.

He bears up all
But rises for others,
Takes in the dust
And gives life to all
However betrayed by others
Still he enjoys all the life colours'.

© Aena