'Alone I stand beside this tree <br />An old tree that I dreamed to be <br />And have loved since the olden days <br />With wish to touch and feel its ways <br /> <br />In silence I can hear the sound <br />Of brown leaves falling in the ground <br />Its branches shaking from the wind <br />And in sadness it grips my mind <br /> <br />Its tune was like the end of love <br />A heartbreak that I'm thinking of <br />And for the years that I have known <br />This tree still has a heart of stone <br /> <br />I transferred to another tree <br />This new tree blowing cheerfully <br />Where grass and flowers are nicer <br />And scents of love are in the air <br /> <br />Even if the moon is too far <br />But its light still guided me by <br />As it shines brightly in my sight <br />In the hush silence of this night <br /> <br />As to these trees both old and new <br />Who gave wisdom that I now knew <br />In choosing our life's preference <br />It can make all the difference.'<br /><br />Jesus James Llorico<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-trees-13/
