Singing Tree

There was a tree

grey and old,

he loved songs

 new and old.

 He would sing

 only for fun,

 if he was happy

 and not glum.

It was home to

birds big and small,

birds were lovely

tree loved all.

Birds were cheery

and full of fun,

they would sing

if tree was glum.

Woods were joyous

if tree would sing,

tree was happy

if birds would sing.

It was joy

and it was fun,

if birds were happy

and tree not glum.

©i b arora