The tree in the show

I was a tree in a show.
When all else were kings and queens,
And were soldiers brave.
I was the tree in that show.

 

When they spoke, sang,
Walked, ran, fought,
Discussing things grave,
I was the tree in that show.

 

They sang and danced.
Romanced poetic lines.
Voices showing shades of gray
I was a tree in that show.

 

I stood one side, gentle.
My body brown with a cap of green.

Some eyes may have caught the sway

Of the only tree in the show

 

But not once that day, or ever in time
I felt low or any less.
I learnt each part as I gently swayed,
Being the only tree in that show

 

When the knight rose to kill the king
With wild passion in his eyes
The audience breath for a moment stayed,
Forgetting the tree in the show

 

Forget he did, the knight his lines
Wild passion turned to panic
Before the stammer could hit his lips
Loudly swayed the tree in the show

 

I whispered the knight, the part I knew
The lines brought back the passion
The king was killed without any slips,

I was a still tree in that show
I was still a tree in that show

 - Piyu