Snow Falling On Tree In Winter

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.