Trees Can Talk

 

 

The other day in the park
It was starting to get dark
Under the shade of the tree
When suddenly he spoke to me

“What a lucky boy you are

Can come and go near and far
Not always standing in one place
Rooted to a little space

I have now been here for years

Looking down at smiles and tears
Of the people who come and stay
Keeping the heat and sun away

A pensive maid the other day
Snapped a branch and went away
Lost in thoughts of her swain
Not concerned with my pain

The wind it whistles in my ear

Sometimes its still like one in fear
The leaves are busy changing hue
Fashioning colours to please you

Anyway, here I am and will be

Whenever you want to visit me
To give you shade and some fruit
Come take it  when it doth you suit