Lonely Poem: The Lonely Tree

The Lonely Tree

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I see its branches swing in the air, left unabide,

its sandy leaves of brown cling like the tide.

The violet sky above paints a cloudless stride,

while the moss left in the twigs leaves it to be dried.

As I stare out while the windows are at place,

I cannot help but get lost within its grace.

With its prickly bark my fingers softly trace,

I yearn for my arms to correlate an embrace.

However I yearn, there is no return,

to the seat where the sounds can't surround thee.

Yet in the land where I learn, emotions baffled to burn,

I wish to hug the Lonely Tree.