Ode To Antique Tree Without Leaves

A bare tree without offering any shade, haunts me... It wishes to shelter birds that are no longer here..., This tree still conceives itself shady and fruitful... Ponders of when it was a mother that harbored puppies... Night against day passes... Today, phantasmagoria reigns... I ponder if the former time was suspended, so i feel a warm smell, as if this time still had color... ! Observing such an antique vegetable delirium... !