A Tree’s Joy
By Bella G
The doom and despair of the night’s darkness
Crumbled at the hand of the morning’s mercy
The sun rose from below,
Illuminating. Narrating
Soft winds whispered at the tree’s verdant green leaves
But the tree stood alone, in a desolate place
Isolated. Separated
Deserted from his joy
Heartbroken. Dismal
For she is gone.
Joy and laughter surrounding
Always confounding
Tears.
Rain.
A storm to restore the tree’s joy.