There Is One Tree

there is one tree she stands alone bent by wind and time naked to the winter blowing o’er the loch her admirer comes by daily to stop and talk of life events world business that transpires far beyond her ken beneath her swaying branches he sits resting on her bark he confides, all the fears and worries and all happiness that comes she is the last of her kind so close to the braking waves steadfast and true she holds the land faithfully waiting, for what he does not know.