The Lonely Tree
Published in
Jun 23, 2022
An Unfinished Poem By TheWorldlyAlan.
A tree it stood,
upon the hood.
Alone and bare,
it strayed no hair.
For it was home,
safe from a foreign dome.
Long to be,
away from thee.
Traffic shouted, scoured, and cheer.
The tree stood still, and shed no tear.
No where to go,
to hide from fear.
This tree stood tall,
surviving life dear.
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