The Old Tree

A tree , there it stands,

just branches...no leaves!

A look at it , and it speaks,

amusing tales, joys and sorrows of life 

Percolating through layers of sieves.

A lot of stories remain within 

The bark of the dried tree.

Desiccated, dehydrated it may look,

Those woody branches are, 

but soaked in the tree's own history.

Withstanding the ravages since long,

Facing the harsh weather,

It stands upright waiting for the rain,

 To return to its greener days, 

to add to its story a new chapter.