The Lonely Tree

Days flutter by with the wings of a butterfly,
years of collected dust leaves nothing but corroded rust,
the lone tree on the hill standing neglected and all alone,
even the flowers want to dwell far from there, nor even care.

Elapsing time with the flimsy branches
as the wind captures his leaves and the ground they’re heaved.
Loneliness strangled his last hanging limb
abandoning him with the stump of a tree.

The stump of his drained happiness filled with strong agony
crashing against the rocks of loneliness and his dismal heart.
clouding the hope for the calm ocean blue,
while raging loneliness imprinted itself on the stump of the lonely tree.

1-20-04 Ashley Lauer

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