24 July 2012
Somewhere ancient, A lone tree stands, Holding secrets, In its gnarly old hands,
It is as tall as the sky, And as old as the earth, It has witnessed the ages, And lived out its worth,
They used to come in numbers, To see the old tree there, But they are too busy these days, For them to even care,
One day, when the last leaf falls, A new tree will begin, Out of the ashes like a Phoenix, When people believe again,
Somewhere ancient, A lone tree stands, Holding secrets, In its gnarly old hands.
The Tree • Opuss № I