Frail Life

Along the asphalt path that I trail,

There's a tree that's old and frail,

Through the test of time it stands,

Its trunk towering over the lands.

Its branches are dull and lifeless,

Its message is forever timeless,

What's dead's still full of life,

Its roots cut the soil like a knife.

What remains continues to thrive,

What's dead continues to survive,

On the branches birds will still call,

Where leaves would once fall.

For along the asphalt path I trail,

Toward where nature begins to fail,

There's a beauty that never dies,

There's a tree that still thrives.