Grand tree
Grand tree Tiny tiller with two leaves turn out twisted of underground tunnel on a barren land cooked by sun. Bold breeze blew, danced undead body bowing head all sides, praying for unlost life. Destined drop dropped refreshing eyes shook again by air, spread leaves to sense the drops diving down on body. Raindrops ran blasting ground mud missiled and splashes all around. Boy came running covered with rain coat fallen plant on floor from heavy rain fall. clouds ruled sky with rage whole night to break the boy's body but bad lose battle. Next morning with empty sky rised the sun and tiller. Today, boy lyes in his grave with closed eyes but the tree stands in my backyard proudly. When i hug the tree everyday i sense my grandpa's warm wrinkled hands in the bark. It leaves all its leaves to stand empty but i find still silence in its emptyness under it. It stands strong in center and even saved my family from flood as a refund. I spend noons with twigs and stare stary sleepy sk