THE LONELY TREE

A lonely tree she stood waiting for me
Her bark was rough like a peasant’s skin
Her stem gnarled like a woman in nude
Her branches flew upwards beckoning the sky
A lonely maiden in the wilderness, only for me.

 

A lonely tree she stood waiting for me
Her foliage was green and fresh
Like a woman’s hair freshly bathed
She smelt of wild flowers and nature’s bosom
A lonely maiden in the wilderness, only for me.

A lonely tree she stood waiting for me
The lush green grass kissing her roots
The blue sky caressing her leaves with affection
The breeze within her branches a soft symphony
A lonely maiden in the wilderness, only for me.

A lonely tree she stood waiting for me
A princess from a fairytale, regal in appearance
I wished that I were a bird to alight on her branches
I wished I could build a nest and therein stay
A lonely maiden in the wilderness, only for me.

A lonely tree she stood waiting for me
Yet, I, in my hurry, had only moments to spare
With all her love she beckoned, I burdened with care
To my life I would return, hoping someday to return
A lonely maiden in the wilderness, she waits for me.