Playback by mulberry tree

 
The tree says:

I have two kinds of green leaves,
I have my juicy fruit,
I witness life that I provide
To flourish at my foot.
But yes, I know good times will end,
I see my fate next door,
I am in constant touch with dead,
My roots are firm... what’s more?
My trunk is getting thick and old,
Its skin goes dark and rough,
But light comes through my youngest leaf,
And then it’s not so tough...

The roots respond:

We let you function,
Let you play,
We make you grow and bloom,
We are exposed,
We are confused,
At times so struck by gloom...

But we’re happy there is life:
Those ants, those birds above...
Those swinging sets,
Those plastic hoops,
And ropes for hanging by...

...We need your shadow and your joy,
The watering supply,
We still hold on,
Connect and love
So birds may rest and fly

The trunk goes on:

I know my fate is bench or coal,
Or papers for one’s notes,
But better be consent with use,
Than staying with no goal...

The charcoal joins in:

I beg your pardon -
I survived
(Though broken, badly burnt),
But I am able to pass on
All thoughts my tree has learnt

01.06.18