An old Tree stands for years to come

Near my yard but not in my yard

It is mighty and beautiful of the most kind

It’s branches spread in all directions

When I sit to read in my yard

They give me shade from sun and winds

When it rains the tree showers on me

One night I urged the Tree to Forsake it’s silence

In the name of Thy Lord if any

By the power of that Lord speak!

More loudly I shouted

“Speak”

The Tree with all its grandeur

Stands still and utterly silent

It drives me mad I say again “Speak”

How can such a beautiful thing be silent

Birds sing from its branches

Butterflies adore the Tree

Squirrels run here and there around it

Ants walk on its wood

Why so silent and dumb?