My flowers are not scented
and the strong odor butterflies don't like.
That's why I think they flew away.
My fruits are not ripen
and the bitter fruits birds don't like.
That's why I think they flew away.
My root is not so deep.
That's why the wind came
and fell me to the ground.


For Dave.......with affectionately.

nimal dunuhinga

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-old-tree/