Standing lone and strong, is a summer tree,
Often the scrawny figure is overlooked,
In search for high color and medley,
The summer tree, marred.
But in the heat of things,
Her shade of love is like pearl in sea
In the mad rush of all beings,
Anchoring you strongly is she.
You find her silent and weak.
But the silence is loudly shouting,
The weakness, strengthening you in all you seek.
Shouting love and care in your making.
HAPPY WOMEN'S DAY