A single, lone tree inhabits a hillside below majestic mountains and discovers love...
"Why am I here?". the lone tree
asks itself, its place found alone,
atop of hills far apart
for the trees in the great distance
lived upon their very own mountain:
Lone Tree wondered what it was
living in a castle like, a castle
with its own spires that split the skies above.
Or how exciting it was to feel
the electrified air as when lightning cracked,
sometimes striking one of those trees
afar in the distance, blackened from the
sudden strike of great heat and Death...
Lone Tree now began its Wind Dance,
the Dance of the breezes arising
through gulch and gully, whistling
through canyon and glen ...
Lone Tree into those invisible steps,
atop the ridgeline as its branches,
its arms begin to unravel and sing ...
the grain of its roots and trunk
heave with a wooden ring ...
As now a lone bird on display,
upon the upper crown gloried,
Lone Tree is reminded that such
a bird of Paradise as this sways
with the words of its kindly soul,
be it high up in the lofty crags
and boulder mills - the rocks tumble
and often spill, the now-pillaged rock
form stands of shill and yet
in this stillness the bird of Paradise
reminded Lone Tree again that he sings
beautifully and would he sing
more for her still?
And again he begins the Dance that rocks
the foundations of her heavens, she closes
her eyes and says goodbye as he envisioned
her staying within his crown swaying
dreaming of a place upon the Mediterranean
where below her wings were colorful crowds
and beautiful birds flocking to bazaars
and served such flights of fanciful fares.
As now Lone Tree's stopped his singing
and his Dance gently ends for even though
the Bird of Paradise never pretended -
he was ever grateful for her every story,
her every memory as she fell asleep
now in his arms, and as he looked far away
at all the distant others in their
castle within the clouds,
he now realized
that cradled in his arms
was his only friend ...