Manifestation Supreme
Anjum Wasim Dar – Pakistan

Green leaves trembling

With the tremors,

Shivering with laughter.

What do they see

That makes them murmur

Sweet rustlings,

Tender whisperings,

Like the twittering

And the flittering,

Manifesting Nature

In the green sea;

Waving leaves

Like the waves,

Moving the living

And the dead,

Spread for miles yet

With limits bound.

Trunk so firm

In the ground

But the green

So serene,

Silently brave,

Taking life’s chance,

Continues with the dance,

Happy to be, to us unseen

With What they see around.

Manifestation Supreme.