By Vediccaa Ramdanee
Careless & free,
She climbed the golden tree.
Famous for it's golden top,
Drew 'em there, making 'em hop.
Trying to imitate
Many came under the clutches,
Of its superficial branches.
She knew she was unique,
&will reach the peak.
Ofcourse she did & saw the world from the golden top.
Ohh what a view! For her it was something new,
Being one of the few to reach such heights,
Worldly became she night after night,
Now, just another face who tried to follow,
She sits on that tree which was hollow!