The Lonely Tree

The Lonely Tree


One beautiful morning , as I walked solitary and free,

Along rambling roads and detours dark ,

I came across a lonely tree

On  grassy landscape endless and stark;


Clouds descended on the horizon of gold,

And gathered around the far hilly slopes,

Wrapping them in their subtle fold,

The mist and breeze obscured sunshine's hopes;


A pond on the edge of the dusty roads,

Where lotuses floated in sparkling blaze,

Shelter for birds , who flew in hordes ,

Watched by the tree's unearthly gaze;


Women carrying lumber on their sturdy heads,

Swayed with balance, along the path with spree,

A stray dog  slumbered on its dusty bed,

 Under the shade of the lonely tree;


Six little puppies  nestled ,  their mother near

Each rolling and playing with its little sibling friend,

Born in the wild , with little fear,

Such joy and vigor did they to the tree

 lend;


Lonely tree, for eons have you stood,

And watched the world and time fly pass ,

Your roots have rested in the soil so good,

And nourished the dew in the growing grass .
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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