The Laburnum1 min 530 1 min 530
Just down the road from where I live
A lone laburnum tree grows.
It does not advertise itself,
Unlike the cawing crows.
But like the cawing crows, you'd say
There's nothing to this tree-
Its height is unremarkable,
It lives so ordinary.
But come the summer, golden light
Is trapped within the tree.
In May, the crystallized sunbeams,
Burst out for all to see.
The thundery grey sky casts its gloom
On everything in sight,
But the little tree is quite untouched -
It burns with topaz light.
Flowers of sunshine cloak the tree
And dazzle every eye.
And every puff of a wayward breeze
Drops gold on passerby.
Even the beggar down the street
Smiles when he sees this tree.
And for some moments he can feel
A joy that comes for a free