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 .