Tree Top..

If the tree could speak, what would it whisper, I ask?

Would it utter sweet words of comfort to the birds that nest’s in the shadows of its branches?

Would it chuckle at the antics of little furry friends who keep it company, scurrying and swinging from one limb to other?

Would it weep in utter despair at the reapers who harvest from its bounty of logs leaving no spares?

Will it gnash its gnarly vines and branches in utmost arrogance at those who strips it bare of its bark, exposing her to the

frigid elements or furnaces of hot rod melting degrees?

Would it look down in fondness on the young child swaying in a handcrafted swing tied to its boughs?

Will it welcome a tree house with the young boy and his friends who have found a resting place on its branches;

Listening in to their boyish dreams, adventures and antics, whilst swaying in agreement or caution?

Would it be benevolent to nimble ones, who brace its sturdy gait in search of succulent fresh produce?

Would it willingly offer its shady tops to the worn out laborer?

Or the secret lovers who meet under its shadows for a little tête-à-tête?

If a tree could speak…….

Tell me my friend, what do you hear?

Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha