Many a gust had ruffled its composure
And made its branches shake with fear
Many a raindrop had battered its pride
Till it could hold no more its head high
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The tree is old and rough Its leaves are a pale green But it still sings to a weary passer-by The songs of the youth and spring..........wonderful poem. Loved it Nosheen........10
A touching expression on an old tree has been made. Though the tree is old yet it sings to a weary passer-by the songs of the youth and spring. Beautiful poem.
A nice poem on an old tree I have ever read. Thanks for sharing.