The Weird Tree Of Poetry- Why? Poem by Dr John Celes

I see more branches on this tree,
With twigs and leaves, they can’t carry;
I see the weight of canopy
More than the trunk of poetry!
Why?

I see some buds don’t flower at all;
Some buds and flowers seem to fall;
I see a tree covered by pall,
That grows so very near a wall!
Why?

I see some birds come build their nest,
And live so happily with zest;
I see some parts of tree well-dressed,
But I don’t know when fruits grow best!
Why?

I see a few trees wither, dry;
Their massiveness makes me just cry;
My best to know the reasons why,
I continue in vain and try.
Why?

Some centuries old, still remain,
And get good name, fame, sun and rain;
Though stumps with roots, half-dead, not bane,
They live and sprout a bit, again!
Why?

Copyright by Dr John Celes 22-09-2013