Breezes painted the tree's leaves,
the tree which listened alone
to the songs of melancholy sung by the birds,
as the stars twinkled in silence.
Rustles of the sly grew quiet
around the beautiful lone tree
mounted by the pale winking moon,
on another long old night.
A light broke through the darkness,
falling on the length of the tall lone tree,
giving it promises of a warm company,
but alas, it was temporary.
Overlooked, the tree was
by the ones passing by,
the ones too blind to see
the pain of the lone, lone tree.
The light faded away,
on the path the tree could never walk,
taking away the only warmth it craved,
ignoring the love it begged to receive.
The night moved on, unaffected,
followed by the bright sunny day,
but its rays couldn't reach the tree,
the tree enveloped by lonely grey.
-SYD
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Psst, it's me. Did you like it? I hope you did. I wrote this one when I was on a roadtrip. It was a starry night, chill songs and comfortable silence embellished the moment. I was admiring nature, enjoying the stories the clear sky narrated, the fields being the paid audience when I saw this really tall and very old tree on the roadside. It attracted me, spoke to me and my heart danced in joy whereas my fingers danced on paper.
Always remember, the universe has a way of leading you to where you're supposed to be at the moment you're supposed to be there.
With love, Syd.
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