The tree that rose,
To make note of humble prose,
Never did they know, it had a better meaning,
Of living complete and rather gleamingâ€¦
Air as thin as polythene,
The tremors driving in,
An avalanche made of rubble,
Either, or, it won’t stumbleâ€¦
A thriving beauty, it still stands,
Awaiting noon on heavy land,
The sea was high and the winds too,
They were never treated two for twoâ€¦
But it never cared and never would,
Off came the tremors and shook the hood,
Would you change and take a stand?
Or just stand there and watch it brood?