IF MY SOUL WERE LIKE A TREE

by Abraar

Let me not to the say of poverty

Kills the soul’s tranquility, for if

My soul were like a tree

It would all be temporary

The hit could be mimicry of

A blade slicing through

The stem or

A hurricane of some many problems

Detaching roots from stability

But my soul as a tree

It would all be temporary-

The sight might be irreversible

The tree might look beheaded

But my soul like a tree

It would all be temporary-

Years would see the birth

Of another me in the

Face of adversity