I discovered my dwelling house

Took up a tree bearing fruits, loads of fruits
built myself a nest, like my little home
stayed for a while and stared at the route
overweening acts of passers strewed
imitated many and emulated a few
mocked at the group who said all fuel
to bring the disgrace to the tree I knew
They don’t respect the life that grew
They don’t apprehend the struggles it flew
Its some I know, only some who make it brew
Its the aroma of flowers bloom
that allow me to live in the nest I sew
Its the veins of every wavy leaf
that tell me I am brilliant though new




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