Poem for a Dead Tree
Jagged edges rip the sky
Lonely omen that must die
One solitary gnarled tree
Creating themes of Calvary
Merciless twisted and turned
Brittle black bruised burned
Once green shelter, laughter too
Where lovers came to kiss and woo
Neath blue skies promises
Golden twilight echoed sighs
Now brittle death and silent songs
And darkness rising mournfully
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