The fainted wall of an old house,

Courting with a naked tree with lost leaves.

But wait, see, there is a friend,

Providing foundation to the house,

Being feeder of the naked tree,

and spreading all the colours from 

it's womb, through the naked one 

to add to the glory of the fainted  one.

It is mother earth, loves us, 

unconditionally,

Though we have built our home 

by exploiting her.

Is it not for us to reciprocate?

VAKILSAHEB