Memory Of Trees

Under the shaddy fainting glows ,
I made my way out of the garden .
Along the lonely stretch of road ,
I made a prayer and i said , amen .

I missed the beauty ,
The cool and gentle touch .
Where i laid my hand ,
And i felt its clutch .

I heard the whispers of the floras ,
As it shared its precious secrets .
They were aware of my presence ,
When i held the entrance tickets .

The chilling zephyr brushed against my face ,
And i felt and heard its cooling breeze .
As i see the faunas live in the lake ,
It showed me the memory of trees .