Poetry from Don Bormon

Young South Asian teen with short brown hair, brown eyes, and a white collared shirt with a school emblem on the breast.
Don Bormon

Trees

In forests deep, where nature thrives,
Stands a marvel that keeps our planet alive.
Majestic sentinels, rooted in the ground,
Trees, the guardians, spreading beauty all around.

With limbs outstretched, they reach for the sky,
Whispering secrets as the wind passes by.
Their emerald crowns, adorned with leaves,
Creating canopies where sunlight weaves.

Oh, mighty oaks with trunks so stout,
Centuries old, steadfast without a doubt.
Birch trees, elegant and slender in form,
Dancing softly in a gentle summer storm.

Maples blaze with colors ablaze,
Enchanting autumn with their fiery ways.
Silent witnesses to the changing seasons,
As winter takes hold, they endure with reason.

Beneath their boughs, life finds haven,
A symphony of creatures, from rabbit to raven.
Squirrels chase and play on their sturdy limbs,
Birds nestle and sing their melodious hymns.

Don Bormon is a student of grade 8 in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.




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