poetry

Siris - Trees of Northstar

Mohit Khodidas

Dec 6, 2024 — 1 min read

I wrote poems for kids, for trees, and some reflections on the trees. Trees of Northstar. Our guardians. Custodians of memories. Listeners of our tales. They will be here when we no longer are. This is my attempt to share the beauty and grace of our trees.

SIRIS

A giant Siris
How do I see it?
With my small Iris
Giant like the gods of old
Zeus and Osiris
Have I seen one before,
perhaps that was a Cypress
Many of these I love, these trees
But the greatest of them all
Is the giant Siris.

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