Poems and Quotes

The Old Tree

An old trunky tree that passes your eye, has an amazing story to tell.

Had you ever thought as a bee flew by, the tree had been through hell?

All year round, through warm and brisk, it pushed its branches up high

No matter if a harsh snow or a summer mist, forever reaching for the sky.

You might not think much of this old, lonesome tree.

That's okay, it's used to it, there's nothing much to see.

After all of the storms, all the people who ignore the tree,

Would you ever think, after all that, he is somehow happy?

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Be the old tree. Find happiness through the storms, whatever they may be.