Random Photography | Kolia tree| 20 - Sep -2025

A short poem about the Kolia tree

I am a small Kolia, born in the earth, Adorned with colors on the leaves, I have spread a dream-like picture.

Mixed with red and yellow, I paint a life-picture, Does anyone know how much of me, how much of a poet?

Written on each of my pages, is the story of a day, Burnt by the sun, wet by the rain, and a glimpse of life.

Wet with the touch of dew, a new morning awakens, Filled with the melody of birdsong, as if some love is angry.

Like a human, my life is full of ups and downs, Sometimes it flies in the storm, sometimes it is a calm seedling.

As much sadness as I have in my roots, laughter on the leaves, I am alive on the earth, that is why I love it.

Even from the hard earth, I search for light every day, In every moment of life, I take a new search.

Like a human, I understand, good and bad days, Still, I don't give up, I continue on my own path.

Standing under the sky, I am not alone, I understand, I see my reflection in the green leaves.

I am not just a tree, a pulse of life, Standing in the soil, I embrace in silence.

Thank you all for taking the time to read my post. I hope you all enjoy it.