The Old Redbud Tree
The Old Redbud Tree
There is a gnarled redbud left standing,
It blossomed pink year after year;
Four fused trunks grew from its base,
Its heart-shaped leaves said “dear.”
A new branch grew from one, making five,
The little tree was oh, so proud of its size,
And for decades it did healthy look,
Until one year one branch snapped and died.
It seemed to cry with its new-found gnarl,
But soldiered on with only four.
Another branch bent its head and broke,
Then fell to its earthly floor.
Now there were three and twisted they,
Its heart-shaped leaves near gone,
The wind blew two from the old redbud tree,
Now one reaches lonely for the sun.
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2017
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