By Beryl Marsden
The wind did blow all through the night
with such a howling sound
it shook the trees until the leaves
were scattered all around.
Some trees withstood the blusterous wind
but others although they tried
could not withhold their elegant pose
and stumbled to the ground.
No more standing tall and strong
amongst the other trees
no more to feel the sun
shine upon its golden leaves.
No more to stretch its branches
out, for birds to rest upon
to build their nests and lay their eggs
and sing their morning song.
It saw out many winters
with frost and snow and rain
and in the spring the buds appeared
and leaves grew once again.
The summer fruit and leaves so green,
glistening in the sun.
But then the autumn comes again
and all the leaves are gone.
For many years it stood so tall
and now it`s sad to see
its broken trunk just lying there
no more the strong tall tree.
B Marsden 2017