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”