The Tree in the Lake

The waves lapped the stump,    
Awakening a sleeping beauty.

In a sea far away,  
Leaves golden brown,    
Crisp to the touch,  
Branches reached for the sky,
As withered branches cried.

The tree staring,
All alone,
At the shimmering lake,
A fluffy pom-pom of a bird,    
Landed on the weathered limbs,
Of the small giant.

The crisp leaves fell,
As the snow drifted across the sky,    
Packing the mountains,
As the tree was still staring,  
All alone.