THE LONELY TREE
I sat down under a lonely tree
to contemplate the lov-e-ly
way it swayed, so laz-i-ly,
in the sunny, summer sun.
And as I sat, I wondered how
this lonely tree with branching bough,
though stately in its reverie,
seemed to be here just for me.
What a miracle from a little seed,
left unfettered grew this tree,
whose canopy offered shade, and some
respite from the midday sun.
And as I stood to take my leave,
I noticed, accidently,
dappled in the twinkling grass,
a little seed in a small crevasse.
Looking back, I can imagine plain
this lonely tree without a name,
did offer up its progeny
that grew to be here just for me.
