The Tree Is Still There
The tree is still there,
Gushing wind touching the leaves
With a murmuring sound.
I see the tree every day, outside my window
When eyes get tired and tired mind seeks relief.
There is an oak tree, just outside the window of the dining area
I see a lot of squirrels hopping on the branches, happy and active.
The tree is still there,
Under the clear blue sky as a generous gift
I wish I could be there yesterday.
To see a lonely tree, standing there, alone.
As it seems, there is nothing left to be done.
And I kissed my boy in his dream, kissed his face in his sleep
I had an oath made to the tree, I will make it up, before I see the ending, again.
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