Tall and proud it stands through the night
bathed in moonlight, a solitary
survivor of years gone by
Witness to happiness, and sadness
It weeps tears of joy and sorrow
falling as pink blosom onto the
cold uncaring ground that takes no notice
of his grief, he continues to weep.
Branches spreading out like limbs
Craning it's neck towards the few shards
of light that filters through the smog.
Overseeing all truth, all life.
Judging our actions, but his shouts are unheard
as we bustle about our meaningless
chores, unaware of the real world,
of real life, and of the tree that lies across
the road from me, tall and proud,
and bathed in moonlight. |
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