The Lonely Tree

You’ve all seen me, on your walks, your travels - the lonely tree If you have had a thought - your probably would have just said, that’s strange, but it’s nature - so let it be But I have feelings you know Why when my seed was planted - others not sown I grew up with no friends Occasionally I would be looked at by the farmer who would tend To any branches growing in the wrong direction And with a saw, he would take out that section But to me, it was like taking off a limb One that I spent years growing and now sprouting acorns that would yield Necessary food for birds and animals as I stood lonely in this field I stand throughout the seasons In wind, rain, snow and blizzards - in weather that may be considered treason But of all seasons, I welcome the spring My arms (branches) start producing blossom - making my wooden heart go “ting” The sun is now so warm That is welcome, but not the wasps that swarm To any nooks and crannies I might have in my trunk To build a nest at the cost of the little birds who have to do a bunk Summer is hot, making my roots thirsty And the growing wheat noisily cracking and snapping in the sunshine - now looking dirty In the woods nearby I hear different buds tweeting Neighbouring fields I hear sheep bleating But as you will see I am still that lonely tree But now it is the Autumn, bringing the tractor that ploughs my field Carefully circumventing me before planting more seed For more wheat to grow next year With the wind, I shake my leaves and shed a tear As I understand that it will be another year That I will be that lonely tree