RHYME Poem: Whispering Branches, by Nikash Ranjan Bhuyan

Amidst the green, on a mountain high,
I stand as a pine, reaching the sky.
With others beside me, brown and serene,
We sway like lovers, in silence unseen.

To the world, we seem lifeless, rooted and still,
Yet the breath of the forest stirs with a will.
Beneath my branches, soft shadows lay,
And there you bloom, wildflower gay.

A traveller came with a umbrella red,
Rested beneath me, where dreams are fed.
With tender hands, they plucked you away,
And left me longing, alone to sway.

I fear that traveller, roaming so free,
Might one day stand as silent as me-
A tree with no spring, no love to impart,
Just branches that whisper the ache of the heart.

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