The Dancing Tree

Long long ago in a lonely lovely hill When earth was young, handsome and green Besides the meadow near the curly winding flow There stood a tree proudly high and spry. Swaying and dancing in wheezy pleasy breeze Never was he still, always in a swing. Not even a speck, not a little flea Never allowed any, sitting in his spray. Winder came to hinder, pouring all her snow Our tree kept fighting, throwing all his snow. Jutting high he stood, leafy and green In the midst of an ocean of falling snowy flakes. Two little sparrows, flying from the north Searching for a shade in that minacious wind. Saw the mighty tree, swiftly they descent Nestled in his branches to save their little lives. Before they could settle, hurled to the ground Without any mercy, our dancing prancing tree. Again they tried, again thrown to ground Again and again, bereft of any kindness. Tired and puffing that little sparrow mother Sprawled on his feet fighting for her breath. Two tiny pearls rolled from her eyes Smelted on his foot with her warmth and pain. Dazed and watching, the mighty tree stood Feeling all the pain the little creature bear. Heavy at his heart, Heavy was his branches Forlorn and silent, melting hefty heart. The feathery teeny couple, eyed the tree quiet Perched on his branches, prudent and happy. Later on that day, picking twigs and leaves Weaving with care, they made their winsome nest. The dotish dancing tree, spying all their actions Tussled with tempest, stayed there without motion. Not a single leaf, not a petty branch Not even a sigh, he uttered without care. The pair of lovely birds, huddled in their home Shared lovely blankets, spreading wings and feathers. Peeping through his leaves and crimson little branches He watched the birds slept, with a sense of love. Teeming deep-felt care, bearing flakes and fall Proud dancing tree, stood there rapt and frozen. Winter slowly left and the spring was yet to come The tiny sparrow mother, laid three wonder eggs. Hugged and rolled in love, day and night in hurry Feeble tweets and cry, woke the vigilant tree. Weeny songs of love, doting brush of quills Tiny goofy beaks, jutted from the nest. Like a foster father, our tree stood blessed and chilled Wished to rock and spin, but moved not in the least. Time kept flying away, spring came dazzling in Pretty little chicks, learned to flutter and dance. Rapture spilled around, florets blossomed out Covered nacarat flowers, stood he shy and blushed. Chasing flies and bees, singing songs of love They float around their grandpa, lovely wonder kids. Swinging salmon fruits, he fed the little birds Bowing head and pride, with a dancing heart. The naughty sparrow chicks, poohed on his branches But the mighty tree, never mind their doodles. As the wings got stronger, they soared high and far On the vicinal lands and to the distant shores Sailing wonder worlds, flying with their dreams But never forgot to return, for a goodnight sleep. On to the cerulean sky, not any farewell words The happy little family, one day flown and gone. Watching day and night, our doomed dancing tree Waited for their return, dreadful and as dead. Sun shed all his splendors to wake and make him happy Dismal clouds cried, drenching him in showers. Winter came and poured, covered him in snow The dancing tree never moved not a single leaf. From distant snowy clouds chirping sounds he heard Woken from his slumber, shaking all his snow. In wheezy pleasy breeze, swayed and danced in glee Waited for the couple and one more tale of love. Honorable Mention in STRAND CHOICE 10,any form,any theme Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand