Russell G. Robison

THE TREE

There’s a tree out by the dock at work
That fills up every day
With a noisy mob of sparrows
And they all have things to say

They make a nightly din out there
Jump branches with a shout
And then one day it hit me
What the fuss was all about

They’re all working for position
Climbing high as they can go
For when the ‘stuff’ starts falling
There’s not quite so much you know

Makes perfect sense to me now
You best get to higher ground
It matters just how high you sit
When ‘it’ starts coming down