The Old Tree

The old tree Too wither for the sun Too thick for the rain Too big for the wind Too old for the oldies to tell stories Too bristle for the youngsters to climb upon Too shady and blocking for the view of the road Too many leaves for the sweepers Too dangerous for the lightning Too big for the children to embrace Have to give way to safety and developments An old stump is left A soothing greenery is lost But the laughters it once brought Remain in the mind of the children