Lovely on a hill stands a windswept tree
stripped of all it's leaves aged by the weather
The patina branches reflect in the sun
casting shadows of life in the surroundings
gnarled are the branches from the elements
creating a life within the deadwood
telling stories of ageless time
The voices of the wind echo times of the past
hardship, heartbreaks as it feels it's way
through the branches of defeat
Beautiful is the silhouette of the specism of time
as the sun sets at the horizon
and shadows of darkness close the night as we sleep
Awakened early morn the branches reach the sky
lifting the spirits of last goodbyes
leaving shadows in it's wake
The sun rolls overhead creating beauty of it's own
lasting until the sunset once again sleeps
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