THE SILENT WITNESS

Just another Monday morning when you're out and just wanted to look around you, look around the business of life, but then there are things that remain silent.. They had been witnessed of our happiness and worries. They stand still through the tests of time. I am referring to the acacia tree in front of our house. I somehow afraid that it might stumbled when strong typhoon visit our place.

a 20 year old acacia tree

a silent witness

I remember the poem of Joyce Kilmer about a Tree:

         I think that I shall never see

A poem lovely as a tree;

A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed

Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day

And lift her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear

A nest of robin in her hair;

Upon whose bosoms snow has lain

Who intimately lives with rain

Poems were made by foolf like me

But only God can make a tree.