The Remote Tree

I wish I was a remote tree
So lovers would sit under me
I'd look down on them from above
To hear them speak about their love
And at the end of each new day
They'd pack their things and go away
I'd be left standing all alone
Content, without a care or moan
For I'd have overheard their fears
And listened as they shed their tears
And thankfully I'd never know
The pain they suffer as they grow
For I would simply be a tree
Standing tall with dignity

And to those who sat beneath my shade
Alone and scared, sometimes afraid
I'd give them peace, a place to rest
And wish for them the very best
If children came and chased around
I'd close my eyes to hear their sound
Knowing that one day they will grow
To be the lovers sat below
If only they could live their years
Without the pain, without the fears
That one day would bring them to me
The remote tree of dignity.

Reviews

[Bala Gorthi]

This is my first read of your write......
What trees are for us?; a silent partners witnessing our secrets, joys and sorrows. A very nice poem!
The thought and the presentation both are good. I liked everything contained in this Poem and the last four verses of each section are my favorites.
I see a very well rhymed wordcraft here.
Thanks for sharing keep writing.

[marvo]

Thank you Bala