You stand there stately, meek and maimed br In a row and six in number br The green foliage on a rusted bark, br And still I have not seen you. br In my wild imagination I see some nests br And some birds coming to you. br br You can afford thirst and live dry br You also are capable of being a national tree br To a country. br You are also known as weeping Benjamin br Why do you weep? br Once I am in your shadow I shall ask. br br You are also a favorite of doves br White, grey, big, and small br In urban indoors you have made rooms. br May be you are the tree that I walk under br Every evening. br br Are you Ficus or that other tree across? br But the gardener told me that he has planted br Ficus in front of my would be home.