Under The Ash I Sat
Under The Ash I Sat
Under the Ash tree I lay and saw
The beautiful scenery without a flaw
In it I found my presence a disturb
Ruining the perfect stature for the trees and herbs
Under the Elm tree I sat and thought
Of every blessing in disguise I had got
The curses that have always made me fall
Have helped me overcome problems to stand tall
Under the Oak tree I lay and felt
The wisdom in in that age had dealt
The anger that had over some me sometime before
Seemed to have passed through my hands like sand on the shore
Under the Poplar tree I sat and wept
Revealing all that I had felt
The pain, chaos, darkness and pessimism life's giving
The reasons why I doubted my living
Under the Birch tree I sat and dreamed
That I had achieved all and everything seen
But looking at the ridges in its bark
I understood that I still had many more ideas in the dark
Under the Maple tree I sat and wished
For all in my mind was mist
The mist of complicated ideas and staring at its leaves I understood
Many had helped me overcome the hurdles in my life while staying in hoods
My life has had many ups and downs
But you tree have never on my face left a frown
Even after twenty years today
Under the Ash I sit and never go astray...