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