Solitude

A lonely tree,

all alone

surrounded by the hustle and bustle

of a busy stormy day.

It stood tall,

with a wistful look

as the rain started to pour.

It gives shelter,

fighting a fierce battle with the darting winds.

It wears battle scars,

naked and cold

shivering and withering.

The sky became engulfed in darkness,

the tree had little hope

it longed for the warmth

of the never-appearing sun.