The Fallen Tree

I walked along with the world on my shoulders.
Feeling this bad was like carrying boulders.
 To my left, I saw a tree, which had fallen
and crashed and i thought "just like me!"
I looked again, this tree wasn't dying. It's leaves were green
and in the breeze, the blossoms were flying.
 A squirrel peeped out of a hole it was dwelling
and a bird flew up from the place she was nesting.
 Though it had fallen this tree was not sad.
It seemed to me this tree must be glad.
I was shocked at the beauty of this fallen tree
and how it gave out a message which appealed to me,
Never let troubles make you feel small,
when a fallen tree can stand so tall.

                                                                                                                        by Paul Broughall.