The wise old tree

Many years ago sitting under a tree left me sad
 
It was a cold winter day and chickadees were abundant
 
The truth being life lessons were about to happen
 
Only in this aura could your senses be heard
 
The wise old tree had spoken
 
What to do with this knowledge was yet to be seen
 
Protect me from you and I will show you the way
 
Was the first song he sang on that cold sad day
 
What did that mean to a very young teen
 
That is soon to be seen
 
The boy left the tree and the chickadee was never to be seen
 
The thought to save the tree was now a plan and a dream
 
But builders and planners surrounded the scene
 
The boy built a sign around the wise old tree
 
It said Trees seem to tell us why we are here
 
Some people listen but most don’t hear
 
Chickadees became abundant
 
The crowd dispersed
 
The old tree I was under just shed a tear
 
Never be sad when an old tree is near 

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By Ken Begg