here in this illustrous grove
grows a silver tree
right now a little sapling tender
from a seed inside of me
and then the winds of change shall whisper
wondrous words, like honey sweet
like tantalus, the tree shall try
to drink water beneath its feet.
but in vain it tries, so desperately hopes.
Yet it never finds a way
To bear fruit, so beauteous and ripe
To have flowers not dull and gray
there! A sudden shower springs,
Bearing words of wisdom and wit.
Like rain it falls on the silver tree
Which shines like a beacon lit
Some days, the tree sways with the wind.
While others the tree stands proud.
Some days in the light of the sun it stands,
And others in the shade of the cloud
And now, in this illustrious grove,
Grows a magnificent silver tree.
With flowers so bright, and fruit so ripe,
It stands for all to see.
