A Tree Poem by Muhammad Umair

A tree stood alone in the corner;
All the storms made it only stronger.
Seasons came and passed,
But the tree did last.

Birds made nests on the tree;
They chirped, danced in ecstasy.
Passers-by sat under its shade;
A brisk breeze blew---its leaves swayed.

Its woods, too, were lovely, dark and deep;
Under its shade, people did sleep.
No promises were kept after seeing the tree;
No one walked miles and everyone felt free.

One dolorous evening the birds came back,
Chirping, singing and dancing with the pack.
The tree that was standing all alone;
The tree that had their nests was cut and gone.