I once walked across
A broken tree
Whose boughs sagged low
Whose leaves wilted
Weak in the breeze
I asked the tree what it needed
And though it did not answer
Its leaves grew greener
Its boughs rose, if only a little
To be asked such a thing
I once walked across
A broken tree
Whose boughs sagged low
Whose leaves wilted
Weak in the breeze
I asked the tree what it needed
And though it did not answer
Its leaves grew greener
Its boughs rose, if only a little
To be asked such a thing
A Poem A Day 