The Pomegranate Tree

The pomegranate tree is my guardian,

fragile, ancient, always watching.

Slowly, silently swaying,

its leaves dancing in the breeze,

covering me like a blanket from the world.

Flowers blossoming, fruit clinging to its branches,

Ripe crimson fruit dropping to the soft sod.

Ruby red jewels glimmering in the sun,

they are as sweet as can be. 

This is my pomegranate tree,

it is my friend, my place of peace, my sanctuary.