A sapling began surreptitiously to grow
Over a mountain’s brow,
Got a very silent and mysterious birth
And sprouting lonely with full of mirth,
What a pure green nakedness!
In a serene open space,
Wished to unfold thyself over the grand blue sky
Even nor want any kind of little fly,
On bountiful earth with aid of Water, Air and Sun
Evolved beautifully like an umbrella without any Gun,
Then got a new colour at its stem
Her single greenhorn like the Sunrise Ruby gem,
Into the cycle of tide, she courageously survived
By bereft its leaves, the earth was too fertilised,
Eighty suns! she wasn’t too escaped from the ferocity…..
But what she did had been living with fetterless entity.