Rested at her feet
Countless days
Sheltered from the heat
Watching her sleeves sway
Her extended arms
Always room for comfort
Skin weathered and warm
Her feet rain soaked with dirt
When the sun shone hard
She stretched out wide
Brow caused creased doubts
Herself scaled and dried
She saw many people come and go by
They played about and sat around
Sometimes for a good cry
Sharing secrets unspoken unfound
When the rain came
She soaked in its affection
Her limbs danced untamed
In frenzy and imperfection
She saw so many lovers
And bore so many children
In her fruits and flowers
She never was deemed barren
Eons passed as with age
Through a glorious past
After much decay and damage
She stood still graceful sighing her last.
The School KFI had a beautiful Banyan Tree. Have wonderful memories of climbing trees, scrapping knees, mango moments, waiting for car, snake spotting, crying beneath the trees, and lovely nature walks......also escaping PT which I detested.
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