The Whispering Tree

I wish,

I could hear the hushed whispers

Of the tree that stands

Far across the green lands;

Besides which the splashing waters

Of the brimming rivers

Sing along its way to the sea.....

What is it that so much it cares

Which its heart doesn't wish to share;

What is it they so much fear

Masked in the whispers

I wish to hear.

Is it their prayer to the great lord?

For which they stand green and tall;

Is it their praises for the pod

Which shall blossom to its fullest before its fall;

Or are they the grudges for the greater man

From whose wrath they cannot run.

Maybe it's that traveller whom they sheltered

Or the yellow leaves which had withered;

Maybe the lovely little bird

Which once nested in the tree trunks hollow;

Maybe its just that boy who played on its branches

Or the flower that even today melodiously dances.

So much to hear , so much to feel

With every Whisper of the tree;

But not for this selfish mind....

Though how I wish I could !

How I wish I could.