Dawn finds dewy grass.
Bedecked with fallen flowers.
Wrapped palms over warm tea.
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Dawn finds dewy grass.
Bedecked with fallen flowers.
Wrapped palms over warm tea.
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Bright morning glories,
Adorned fences in my town.
Hues-my mother taught.
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It's been two days Since the Nor'wester. Its ferocity left back As token everywhere- Broken branches, Twisted wires. A bird's feather, A red dried leaf, Some broken beads; Uprooted from its original place of resting. Now lie amidst the shrubs Perhaps a little uncomfortable, Out of place In it's new surroundings, In my garden. A Stray incident also happened. The fury of the wind Had uprooted a roadside tree, Causing it to fall On a passing taxi. The poor driver Had not even succeeded, In offering a token resistance. In his honour, The city's mayor Offers some token money To his wife To express his condolence. His grieving wife Plans to hang a photograph, Dating back to their day of wedding, On the bedroom wall. A token of remembrance Of the good times spent. It's been two days now. All is calm Till it's time, For the next storm; A token of protest by nature For, it believes, it is being wronged.
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The furious storm
razed all that lay in its path.
Branches from a large tree had broken,
Their weight damaging on impact
The roof of a house.
The house-owner cursed,
Seeing the damage to his house.
He ordered the whole tree
to be chopped off.
In a couple of days
Only the stump remained.
Good riddance, the owner thought!
Yet, unknown to him,
A few feet away from the tree-stump,
Possibly a fallen seed,
Nourished by the rains
Had sprouted from the ground.
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