The sky azure forming a backdrop
How made the Tree only to reach
Up there as if
A design, a web ,
A design how doth there
the Tree preserve and weave,
And looking at the shape,
Without leaves,
Scorched burnt,
How to thy potence
Me feel in bones,
O You The Creator,
How doth You atone
Everything, every shape,
How to thy prominence,
I feel in my pulse,pervading,
a sense.
(*Note : based upon a photo clicked by Santosh Bakaya, part of a photo prompt, courtesy: The Significant League)
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