What a Fire

You stood there on the mountainside year upon year
Your hollow holding shrines
Your branches sheltered poets, philosophers and djinns
The world came just to pass you by

You stood among the traffic and you breathed it in
Shedding what could not be absorbed
You grew so tall in foreign soil
No storm left you disturbed

You took in everything the world had to give
With wonder and curiosity
You had the radio on and the paper piled up
In search of history