Old tree standing restless
Embracing limbs flowered
Reaching rainbows rains
branches shiver, showered

Trunk firmly soil rooted
by seeds season planted
leaves stance jaded stiff
and slumber disenchanted

Laying down is unnatural
You breathe standing tall
Postured upright sleeping
Only lonely leaves can fall

Wise old tree, unmovable
you move the skies along
For you I cotton whisper
this soft somnific song.