The Turkey and the Tree

At the edge of dusk

A turkey falls asleep under the moonlight 

Sad and lonely…….

A tree

Burnt like toast

Black as charcoal

Yet its beauty shines like a lone star

The rain lightly weeps

Knowing the fate the tree has suffered

Memories were lost on that fateful night but new stories arose and old ones were forgotten

Something else that yearns to be seen……

The beauty behind the tragedy

A splash of rain breaks the glass pond and everything is consumed…….

For a moment all worries are forgotten

Calm, Silence

The turkey awakens…….

 To a brighter future