This Old Tree
Blow wind blow
Can’t shake this old tree
Sunshine, come warm these bones
Rain is all I need
Roots growing way down low
Stone in my seed
Blow wind blow
Can’t shake this old tree
Come on winter snow
This old tree don’t mind
Nor the rising river flow
Or hot summer time
No axe man to grind my bark
No fire burn my crown
I may bleed like another tree
But in the middle
I grow iron
Blow wind blow
Can’t shake this old tree
Blow wind blow
Can’t break this old tree
Roots growing way down low
Fed upon the loam
Deeper than you’ll ever go
Set upon the stone
River flow
Summer glow
Winter snow
Cold wind blow
Can't shake
this old tree
And now, the song that came from this poem... :)
