the tree

The tree exhausted from a long day of work, leans over hopping no one sees his rest.
Thanking god for the moment of much needed quite time.
No one picking its fruit
No one climbing its limbs
Just quite
Green brighter then anyone has seen
His routs run deep making him strong
Oh he is strong
Like his father and grand father before him

The tree exhausted from the years of neglect leans further to the ground
Crack snap crash gone. He hits the ground in his finel rest
Never ending
His routs still running deep