Sonnet: The Drumstick Tree

The drumstick-tree I thought was dead and gone Is fully clothed by green leaves and flowers; The bees are active and some fruits are born; The tree awaits August’s Monsoon showers. I see the tree growing so fast each morn; My eyes perceive not the blossoming act; How well does Nature heal its parts much torn; Human beings are blind with eyes- the fact. So, numerous small birds visit the tree, To eat the flowers that gets dropped nearby; The tree makes the backyard look so lovely; Some Millipedes remain and will not die! The tree looks resurrected, simply great! God gave a new lease and a newer date. 7-31-2000