OUR TREE

A little bird sees

Ripe fruit on our tree

And eats a tasty berry.

The bird flies tall

And a berry seed falls.

The rains have come

Hurry! let's run.

Clouds, rain and sun...

Our plant is born, a little one.

Now a tree,

With branches long,

Crows and bird-song,

Crawling ants and spiders' webs,

Caterpillars with tiny legs,

Rich green leaves, life aplenty.

The tree has fruit,

Some big, some small,

Let us pluck them

But do not fall!

Crows perch, squirrels run,

And see the monkeys

Having fun!

Strong branches,

With pretty swings,

Our beautiful tree

Has so many things.

Pranab and Smita Chakravarti

Thank you🙏

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