The Guava tree
It is September, cloudy sky, chilly and grey My Guava tree flowered and started to fruit I counted many, midst the leaves missed many too (Samu always finds a new one!) Fruits were sweet My cousins took away many I wondered....this tree grew silently with no conditions of will Free and with a little care Today, it wants to repay to people who cared to soil which fed her to birds which entertained her with their pretty dances and gossips and to the bandit squirrels who played on her branches I admire her stillness She taught me a lesson of life To be still, so you can flower, so you can fruit with no conditions of will Free, silent, beautiful and alive