The Barren Tree
Start
The setting sun kisses the distant hills
Spreading its last rays before it spills
Into the forested abyss beyond
Bringing in dusk with its magic wand
I stood for years a mute witness to this show
My bare branches shake as the winds blow
Once covered with leaves, lush and green
In moonlight they wore a glistening sheen
My trunk held the branches
The leaves did the dances
The birds perched and sang
Loneliness was rarely a pang
I enjoyed the cool morning air
Elicited feelings of love and care
Nights I reveled in a blanket of mist
With nocturnal creatures in the midst
As the seasons passed away
I became older day by day
My lushness became pale
I could neither lament nor wail
The leaves peeled off one by one
To come to my rescue there was none
All the birds flew off to another home
Leaving me alone, a forest gnome
I now present a ghostly look
A picture from a horror book
I can’t provide shade from the hot sun
To animals and birds I’m an object to shun.
End
Copyright © Subroto Sinha | Year Posted 2017
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