What does the cat purr in your ear?

A Tree In Silver Armour.

 

 

 

In the heart of a midnight shadow,

A towering tree grew,

Everyone praised its beauty,

How unhappy it was,

No one ever knew,

Growing strong and audacious,

Refusing  to bow in front of the sky,

Feeling lonely and being all alone,

It grew around objects,

Engulfing a ‘no trespassing sign’,

Who planted it?

There was no answer,

Not even a tree could tell,

Daylight brought little compassion,

On the feathers of Paradise tails,

Attracted to its silver leafage,

Birds keep tweeting about themselves,

Using its loving branches,

They fall asleep after sunset,

Dawn is the time for promotion,

Flaws look like beauty marks,

Bobbing on slender stems,

Flowers dangled and danced,

Reflected in morning silver,

Sending greetings to busy sunrise,

Have plants intelligence?

Sure,

They feel with stamens,

With pistils they think,

If you believe otherwise,

You are a botanical racist,

Simply flowers don’t speak,

Katydids paid night visits,
They were  heard more,

Than they were seen,

They  slept and sang on the top,

Katydids were smart,

But they couldn’t find a proper word,

Because they were not a tree,

It was nobody’s fault,

Who spoke the language of trees?

The tree stopped to look around,

For someone who understands,

It painted the air white,

It painted the grass black,

As black as your carpet,

And flowers on my rug,

Flowers are always happy,

As long as they have dirt,

Dirt becomes color and scent,

They grow and bloom everywhere,

In beautiful meadows,

In any container and flower pots,

One autumn day like others,

It didn’t differ from night,

Everything was as usual,

Except for the lazy sunlight,

It was about fifteen carat gold,

Because twenty one doesn’t rhyme,

While the tree’s silver amour was shining,

 The white background suddenly cracked.