A Tree Poem by Tony Adah

A tree is a world
On its own
There are twigs
Green leaves and yellow leaves
Like Children,
Adults and the old folks

Sometimes twigs, the greens
And the yellow get tired and go
But yellow
The gray hair of a tree
In strength whittled away
May just fall to the earth
Among the rustling lot


It is time
Time for the twigs
And the greens to take heed
With melancholy in their heart
Bend low and low
Before the wind,
Turn their back to
Excess salt and water
And manage to stay on
A little longer here.