Just a Tree

Being a tree

Is better than being a human.

Though it can't speak

Neither it can run.

It leaves its leaves

Which are dried and dead

It just refuses

To carry that baggage

Shelter for many

Is it's quality

And see its virtues

Charity and simplicity.

Not a sage

Not even gypsy,

Not organized

Not even clumsy,

From worldly terms,

It keeps itself free,

Not an angel,

It's just a tree.