Thoughts of An Old Elm Tree

Thoughts of an Old Elm Tree I am tired, oh, so tired, My dried brown leaves are falling, I am losing my looks before my time, In the hot dry unnatural heat’s Appalling late summertime, and so I dream of last year’s emerald lush, Of intermittent sweet raindrops, Even fall’s first cold blush, even so Was gentle in its bearing me into winter’s sleep. My dear leaves crumble and crackle around Thick hard veins like an old man’s hands, And in my waving reverie, I wonder of winter, Will I sleep the the sleep of the old in September and Miss the colors of fall and Christmas time? I am tired, oh, so tired.