The old withered tree

Does she mourn for the lamentable loss of her lustre

As she strengthens her branches with all she can muster

0h I see no suckered sprigs on your bended bough

“Has that wretched wind wrecked you somehow ?”

I can hear the tormented troubles of this tree as her suffering sighs speak to me

“I am so sorry my lanky limbed old withered tree”
as I listen to this wailing especially for me

You have stood strong and steady for a century or more 

Amidst the girth of your greatness on my earthy floor

“Please don’t give up the ghost my friend this weary wake will surely end”