THE DRIED TREE

The dried tree in the green background,

With all its lifeless leaves decorating the ground.

Has such a serene appearance which is beautiful,

Because it sheds its leaves to make the Earth beautiful.

The wind hits it hard at its chest,

And the birds don’t choose it for their nest.

But there in the trunk is a deep hole,

Where lives an old spotted mole.

It does not whistle like the green ones do,

But it embraces silence like sages do.

The rains beat it on the body which is bare,

But it welcomes them home with a green carpet to share.

The others give lesson to be kind,

But the dried tree teaches sacrifice to the mankind.