by Maurice Sassoon

Created on: November 02, 2008

I always love to be alone

Among the older trees,

And marvel as to how they've grown

So patiently with ease!

The years have left them unperturbed

By what prevails around them;

Their freedom yet remains uncurbed;

Nothing can astound them.

I look into their bosoms warm,

The loving care that's in them,

With nests of birds away from harm,

Sheltered free within them.

In spiring when they're fully dressed

And wear their blossoms pretty,

Each bird of song must do its best

To harmonize its ditty.

The message that those trees convey,

Is confidence untold

That they are well-disposed to stay

In spite of being so old!

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