The Beautiful Tree
Against a clear and deep blue sky,
One tree stretched tall, its branches high,
And the stiff branches movement none,
Stood true and straight, their course to run.
The wind whistled strong and shrill
Between those branches, stiff and chilled,
But not one twig could it but sway,
And having tried swept on its way.
And with great dignity, it kept its stance,
No wind would ever make it dance.
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