The Old Yellow Truck By The Tree

The Old Yellow Truck By The Tree  
I daily take the pathway to the rocky plains  
Cast a glance on that car wreck by the tree  
Time and dust have left a visible glossy stain  
And the rust, is a wiser sign of misery  
Among the growing plants and the green  
The iron entity holds its old solidity  
The aged machine of what has been  
Still keeps the charm of the old serenity  
A gaze along the walk, a dead-living car  
What left is only the outer hard shell  
Emptied from inside, the rest, put apart  
A hollow body where green life dwells  
That rust and that aged face of the thing  
Between life's green spirit, is only beauty  
That harmony of space gained just casually  
Is like a melody, for a sad heart to swing  
And the wind with a light move, sways  
Among the dead, and those who live  
Sends his breath into heaven's space  
And the old Truck, her vigor, she gives  
The yellow shape glistens in sunrays  
Reflecting her glamour of what once was  
Like a jolly bride in Spring does repose  
A flower in the green prime of her days.  
If the past was tumultuous heydays  
The present is better in many ways  
Beauty comes from those bright rays  
That reflect the power of the old age  
Written by poeticdelight (Hamid)
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