In the quiet of a summer night
An ancient tree gave a sigh
Old and tired its heavy branches
No longer looked to the sky
It felt its branches dropping
Nearer and nearer to the ground
To live it had to let that limb fall
And as it fell we didn’t hear a sound
Now we wonder, why didn’t we know
Was there anything we could have done
To assist an old tree that held our hearts
And offered us shade from the hot sun.