The tree is bent,
Like a person spent.
Dropping at an angle,
Some branches still dangle.
Do its roots mingle with another?
Making each other stronger.
Or sharing worldly bother.
Like a brother with a brother.
The old tree has some nest(s),
Can still provide shade for rest.
In past, its been through many test,
Tall and leafy-the very best.
Does it think what will happen?
A heavy breeze may leave it shaken,
Will it be cut and its wood taken,
But, it’s not yet broken.
An old man walks under an old tree,
Both seem to say-you and me,
Have been around and seen it all,
Good-bad, zeniths and falls.
Is it time to go?
We don't yet know.
But when the call come(s),
Let us be ready to welcome.