Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder ,
who said that , doesn’t matter ,
look around , the trees , the flowers, , the fruits , in all it’s glory .

The trees with massive trunk , green , greenest leaves , branches sprung all around , giving shelter , from the burning midday sun , hot summer weather .

Looked around , the lone tree , dried up , no leaves , branches all bent up , standing majestic , having sheltered , years and years ago, seen a short while ago , in a farm .

I see it beautiful , the beauty is in the eyes of the beholder , it’s a beautiful tree .
IT’S BEAUTIFUL , BEAUTIFUL OLD TREE .
mk