In a garden full with bloom

Tiny tulips wave in a soft breeze

Dew drops glisten in the sun

And on the flat sun warmed rocks

Animals lie and bask


And in the night

The wind blows fierce

As fierce as it would in a storm

The branches shake

The roots quake

They groan and creak

But hold fast

For mother nature

Meant for them to last

                                                Anushya Chandran