The wooden bench bore sole witness
To the unrestrained tears,
the mirthful laughter
and the painful heartbreaks-
Taking in both the pain and the joy
For it laughed with its companion
And cried along too
Welcoming all
Never saying no
But seldom did the world hear its own tears
Its heart wrenching cries
For it was once upon a time
A majestic oak tree
A safe haven
For the playful squirrels and chirpy birds
Swirling and twirling
To the rhythms of the wind
But with a single knock of the axe
It became a stranger to its own world of happiness
And the wooden bench remained
A mere witness
To the drama that is often described with the word, Life