by Christine Taylor

Created on: May 07, 2009   Last Updated: May 14, 2009

The Lonely Tree

The lonely tree stood on the hill

Wishing the hours away.

I saw him from my window

I saw him day by day.

I watched him through a winters snow and ice

And through the days of spring.

I sat beneath him in summer heat

Then watched him stand in loneliness again.

Through the years he'd bud and sleep

In splendour and in solitude.

I found friendship in that lonely tree

In my years of youth.

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