The Tree

There are those who ponder right from wrong. The answer is found in the Tree. The Tree is always right. It has no moral confusion. If I cut a tree it will grow again. If the wind blows hard it will bend and sway, It seems to be calming the rage of the wind. When it rains I can hide underneath, When a branch falls I can make fire. I can build my house from the fallen branches. When the wind was blowing gently, I’m sure I could hear sounds from the tree. Sweet sounds of joy. All it does is spread it’s giant branches towards the rising Sun and sing.