Snow Falling on Tree in Winter

Written by: Orma Sullivan

The tree never asks why?
"Why does the snow land on my branches?"
It cares little, for it knows it is enough--snow or no snow.
The tree never asks why?
"Why do those birds sit on my branches?"
It cares little, for it knows it is enough--birds or no birds.
The tree never asks why?
"Why does it grow dark day after day?"
It cares little, for it knows it is enough--year after year.
The tree never asks why?
"Why is there a heaven?  Why is there a hell?"
It cares little, for it knows it is enough when at last it's time to depart.