WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES, A TREE GROWS IN CLOUD

A TREE GROWS IN CLOUD
Touching at the soft corners of a misty cloud,
Splendor of a day dawn spoke to me aloud,
Warming in his strong arms by a hard embrace,
I just snuggle in the alluring soothe of elegance
Fearless in the wilderness of bounty of fragrance.
My love creeps into minds when nature fulfills,
Blue Lake in silence never flow towards hills,
Awakening in thirst when seeing cute honey bug,
Passionate devotion extends its hands for a hug.
Another tree grows into the white smoke of love,
Unable to touch and feel the smoothness above
Williamsji Maveli