The loving tree

 Today morning I came across an old tree

Standing proud with its wounds for all to see

Wanting to retell its glorious, valorious story

Full of wishes, smiles, crossing paths, even misery

It invites us to sit and listen to its tale openly

Shall we try to find some lesson in it, maybe

The tree speaks of its love given unconditionally

And to keep giving if one wants to live fully

Not caring what the passers by do or say

It keeps giving something of itself everyday

Becasue seasons come and go, one after another

But true joy of unconditional love stays forever