Oh Noble Tree

There must be honour in being a tree.

Standing there, sure and steadfast

Never to move, never to flee

Enduring rain and shine until the last.

 

Nobly does it lend its branches

To flckle birds and maybe a nest,

And its wide shade to weary travellers;

Indeed, this it does best.

 

Yet birds are capricious,

And nests are outgrown.

Travellers will travel,

And the sun will set.

But you will remain, oh noble tree

Forsaken and forlorn,

Enjoying only fleeting patronage

And eternal scorn.

 

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