The Neem tree of summer

It’s the scorching summer,

Whose flames dance in a spirit;

Fierce and fiery, this summer heat;

That the living shrivel or shrink;

Or burrow beneath the earth, in a wink;

But I see the lush neem tree;

In an aura of coolness;

Amidst the fire;

Like the soothing salve for the searing burn;

Drinking in the heat, the fury of the summer sun;

Its sap that soaks the sullen moods;

Those leaves, bright green that glisten;

To remain radiant, like the emerald, the elixir of life

In those tiny neem leaves,

Tender yet potent, its power to heal;

The harsh, the heated, the harrowed;

The neem bears; to be borne in summer

Of the cool summer breeze, it’s the harbinger!