My Tree

No-one knows the story,

only me
No-one knows the wisdom

of the old oak tree
He stood alone for many years

and watched the world go by
Seeing ever changing shapes

of clouds high in the sky

He talks to all the people,

although they never listen,
But I suspect the children know

he sheds some tears that glisten
Because he feels so lonely

and very, very sad
That everything in the world

today seems so very bad

But through the daily troubles

my tree still stands, so still
And straight and mighty

with an overwhelming will
To spend the time so patiently

to await the coming days
When the world will slowly calm itself

and gently change its ways