You are the tree to my shelter and the dew drops to my depleted leaves;

Oh friend! You are the sweet fruits to suffice my hungry teeth;

Without thou life's a scabland. 
And safe my nest is in your precious hand;

No storm or fire can&nbsp;&nbsp;suffocate you, thou roots are so strong
Thou is right even if thou is wrong;

Oh dear your soul is crystal clear;
I wont let you come near fear you are my bear.

This is timepass poetry just for you
Now its time to go to loo.

-Garima