It would mimic the giggles <br />And laughter of the kids played <br />In its thick shade, of which only <br />A memory hangs on her aged boughs. <br /> <br />It would sing the songs <br />Of the lovers that once met <br />Under the cover of plush leaves <br />Whose whispers linger on her silent boughs. <br /> <br />It would narrate the tale <br />Of the tireless miner <br />Who rested awhile between work, <br />Moisture of whose sweat wetted her barren boughs. <br /> <br />It would call out to people <br />To pitch tents and begin life <br />For her roots go digging deep for hope <br />And life is all green again on her withered boughs.<br /><br />Seema Aarella<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-only-this-tree-could-speak/
