Solitude
By Andrea T
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.