The Dying Tree

I mourned the fallen apricot,

          It’s death seemed so unfair

Until a tufted tit mouse

Built a nest in there.

 

This year the

I mourned the fallen apricot,

          It’s death seemed so unfair

Until a tufted tit mouse

Built a nest in there.

 

This year there are no blossoms,

           Just string and grass and such,

And tiny little bird eggs

           So fragile to the touch.

 

How lucky buzzing chainsaws

          Never reached the rotting girth,

This hollow stump of dying

          Gives such a wonderous birth!

 

There is no fruit upon the ground

          But life takes to the air!

In bark decaying and dying,

          There’s new life everywhere.

re are no blossoms,

           Just string and grass and such,

And tiny little bird eggs

           So fragile to the touch.

 

How lucky buzzing chainsaws

          Never reached the rotting girth,

This hollow stump of dying

          Gives such a wonderous birth!

 

There is no fruit upon the ground

          But life takes to the air!

In bark decaying and dying,

          There’s new life everywhere.