Ifah Fathima, Class 8, Presidency School, R T Nagar, Bengaluru
Strong and still,
The time it kills.
The huge tree,
with birds free.
Through the window I see,
The different shades of green
The bark brown,
The orange flowers arranged like a gown.
During rains, it dances and moves,
In summers, it calls and cools.
The breathe it gives,
And yet it lives.
Don’t know which tree it was,
But the memories it holds is a lot.
The tree outside my class,
Which I see through the glass
September, 2025
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