The Guava Tree

Beneath the sun, so proud, so free,

There stands a humble guava tree.

Its branches stretch with quiet grace,

A giver’s heart in nature’s space.

Its leaves are green, a gentle hue,

That sway beneath the morning dew.

Its flowers bloom, so soft, so white,

A promise sweet in golden light.

And then the fruit, both rough and round,

A treasure waiting to be found.

Its scent so warm, its taste so sweet,

A simple joy, a purest treat.

The children climb, their laughter rings,

The guava tree, their sturdy swings.

Its arms provide both shade and rest,

A shelter loved, a friend confessed.

Through seasons’ change, it stands so tall,

Through summer’s heat, through winter’s call.

Its roots dig deep, its strength remains,

Through pouring rains and dry terrains.

Oh guava tree, so full of life,

A quiet soul through joy and strife.

You teach us all with every year,

To stand with love, to persevere.

So let us treasure what you give,

Your fruit, your shade, the life you live.

A guava tree, so kind, so true,

A timeless gift for me and you.