It was a scorching hot day —
the kind that could cause heatstroke,
a truly hostile weather.
We were out with friends,
spending time near a lake.
The drought was ongoing,
and the water had shrunk.
Luckily,
there stood a mulberry grove —
old trees,
whose vast canopy
formed a green umbrella
with a million leaves.
Under it, we sat.
The summer sun no longer bothered us.
With birds chirping
and breeze fanning our skin,
only peace reigned.
Once again, I understood
the importance
of planting trees.
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Seema Patel
Hi, I am Seema. I have been writing on the internet for 15 years. I have contributed to PubMed, Blogger, Medium, LinkedIn, Substack, and Amazon KDP.
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Comments (5)
Your poem captured the relief that a tree provides - lovely
What a great poem for Arbor Day. Trees are our friends, but one must listen. Good job.
Brilliant beautiful poetry ⭐️⭐️⭐️♦️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Today also I had under an oak. AC room can’t compare.
My dad has told me how cooling it feels to sit under a tree. Loved your poem and photo!