The Tree


Naked, bared from summer’s ego
leaves, red and yellow dancing somersaults
til only the tree’s skeleton stays.
Autumn storms blowing through branches
death waiting for the leaves.
Pouring rain swept them away
beautiful splendor now drowning in rain
leaves dropping one by one
no more joy of dancing
dirty leaves are covering the ground
naked the gray tree stands

Dreams are wandering back
green leaves moving softly in the wind
birds twittering, shaking their shiny feathers
blind with love jumping from twig to twig,
building busily their nest
for coming offspring.
Year by year it’s
the run of life, older than the tree
and summer passes by.
Presence never regrets
as long sunbeams are dancing over twigs and branches.

Too soon ice and snow let birds hide,
seeking for shelter of drafty wind
the fridge of nature offers goodies
shrews are nibbling from sweet berries
brewed so tasty under covering snow
juice lets drop them on their back
sunshine glitters diamonds in the snow.
The tree keeps silent when birds are drunk
tumbling, wobbling from twig to branch
enjoys to watch their game
happy to be useful from time to time.