Perfect Bond

She is a plant-hollow;
Only beautiful to those who love silence.
She spreads her branches over the parched soil
Like a mother spreads a blanket over her cold son.

He is the soil-uneven;
Only powerful to those who admire what they are made of.
He lets her roots grow strong inside his depths
And she springs from his skin like a guardian.

The morning birds run into her crown
When the Ocean claims the sun.
Living entities seek refuge under her lowly hung branches
When the sky is blue and the sun is flame.

What a perfect bond the plant shares with the soil!
Lifting each other in drought and withering,
Synchronizing with each other in growing,
Helping the planet in breathing.

The writer is a grade 11 student of Birshrestha Noor Mohammad Public College.