Whispering air
In moonlit night
Stars up there
Twinkling bright
Rustling leaves
In eerie silence
Tall green trees
Huddling dense
Branches daring
To touch the sky
The stars luring
To reach the high
But the old roots
Deep and down
Keep the shoots
Firm to ground...

My thinking heart
Does sympathise
Men who depart
Severing old ties
The uprooted roots
Silently cry
As their offshoots
Reach the sky
The old cannot forsake
Their comfort in hut
The young cannot take
Them out of the rut
Moonlight follows
To console the pain
In the deep hollows
Of the hearts' terrain....