Oh Poet Colorful Do Add A Tinch Of Green Too... Poem by Varsha M

It's a pleasure to be on him
Coloring with green beam
But as time drop dead
And I too grow old
Yellow swallow me whole
Loosing my hold radical
Finally departing like all
In the season of autumn call.

Falling down from him
Once and for all it seem
Never mind I served well
The purpose I dwell
All because he upheld
All the time, the support, I need
Never ever regretting once
Why I'm doing this service.

The bond me green uphold with tree great
Might seen nothing more than leaf and shoot
But ask it to my very little tiny heart
How it feels to love and belong first.

I would have been nothing at all
Lest tree refused to bore me full
Like an atire resplendent
And a soothing open hut
Often seeked by traveller's file
To take a break and nap a while
Under the shade of stretched green arm
And rich oxygen supply I render calm.