Just down the road from where I live A lone laburnum grows,
It does not advertise itself,
Unlike the cawing crows.
But like the cawing crows you'd say, There's nothing to this tree- Its height is unremarkable, Its leaves so ordinary.
But come the summer, golden light It trapped within the tree.
In May, the crystallised sunbeams, Burst out for all to see.The thundery grey sky casts its gloomy On everything in sight But the little tree is quite untouched It borns with toppar light
Flowers of sunshine cloak the tree, And dazzle every eye And every pull of wayward breeze Drops gold on passersby.
Even the beggar down the street Smiles when he sees the tree. And for some moments he can feel A joy that comes for free!