The Tree

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.

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Some trees withstood the blusterous wind

but others although they tried

could not withhold their elegant pose

and stumbled to the ground.

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No more standing tall and strong

amongst the other trees

no more to feel the sun

shine upon its golden leaves.

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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.

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It saw out many winters

with frost and snow and rain

and in the spring the buds appeared

and leaves grew once again.

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The summer fruit and leaves so green,

glistening in the sun.

But then the autumn comes again

and all the leaves are gone.

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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.

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B Marsden 2017