The All - Seeing Trough

I have no eyes,

Yet I have seen it all.

From my seat far at the corner,

I stay informed,

Of the buzz and the biz.

 

These days the four-legged ones are engaged,

And when left free, they scarcely converse.

Tired by the rogue ones, they sip and sleep in a rush.

So, I stand in the company of the winged ones,

The ones that once swayed on my branches.

Oh! Those were the days,

The good old days of glory and galore.

 

Though just a trough now, I was once a tree,

Standing proud and tall at the yard of some affluent ones.

I have seen it all the money the power and the madness,

The shallow-minded the open-hearted.

I was hugged and I was loathed,

Showered with love and battered in anger.

I stood tall and proud,

Against the winds and rains.

I was always good and kind,

And sheltered them in my mighty arms.

 

I saw it all, the wars and the famines

The drought and the thunderstorms.

It was unlikely that as mighty as I was,

Would fall down on my own.

But as the plight would be,

The land around me was poached.

Oh, the sad plight I had, not to be dried by the drought,

nor torn by the projectiles.

My amour propre brought down,

By the mere rotting of the roots.

 

Big as I was, I still had so much to do.

As a log, I was sent far and wide.

My world once so small,

now broadened strikingly.

I saw it all the people, the races and the creed,

Now that my whole self split into parts.

When some of me was burnt to ashes,

Some were sculpted and venerated,

few adorned and brandished,

and the rest packed and forgotten.

 

I lay in the dark corners listening to cries,

To songs and stories, of ages and kind.

As years passed by, I was tossed around,

I saw all the technology and the giants.

I wandered along, to parts unknown,

Handed over from generations, along.

Until One dawn I found myself here,

In the corner of the field, and with water-filled.

 

Oh. I have seen it all, as the days turn to night,

They till in uncertain blight.

Under the scorching sun with blistered skin,

They plow and plod,

Just to earn their keep.

I watch in silence, heart heavy laden,

As the birds sing the ode,

Of different lands.

I know it all, coz I have seen it all.