The Palm Tree

An old tree stood in my garden,

Which would help me to remove my burden.

It was a tree of palm,

And would always make me calm.

Around it everything was so cozy and warm

And I would never let someone do it any harm.

One day I was sad again,

I ran to the tree to share my pain,

But I couldn’t find it there again,

I searched for it but all was in vain.

And for hours at that place I stood,

Remembering my favourite creature which was made out of wood.

:~ DIVYANSHI RAJOTIA