walk to Wallby

There is a tree so singular good
that once again seen
its proud glory of foliage crowned,
people want to be constantly smiling.

Because if my road is heavy going,
when singing power out of the tree
so with great delight to listen to
its tone swishing by:

The whispers dear languages ??song
with branches out to the thousands of country,
on the all space, the passage of time
in roots, family ties.