I’m infatuated by the tree that never speaks?
Summer approaches, my growth reaches the peak,
I smile when giving speech summer,
Like saints glow when they preach.
I’m vivid in my silence,
My introvert is my positive valance,
My silence is like the tree, it will never change its home.
I’m the opposite of tame
My morphemes are quite,
But my success is loud.
Failure aggravate and white,
Why am I silently proud?
My world is a forest with mute trees,
Daylight and night are like the colour of bees.