Against a clear and deep blue sky, <br />One tree stretched tall, its branches high, <br />And stiffly they, of movement none, <br />Stood true and straight, their course to run. <br /> <br />The wind it whistled strong, and shrilled <br />Between those branches, stiff and chilled, <br />But not one twig could it but sway, <br />And having tried, swept on its way. <br /> <br />Against a clear and deep blue sky, <br />One tree stretched tall, its branches high, <br />And with great dignity, it kept its stance, <br />No wind would ever make it dance. <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-tree/
