The Lonely Tree

Once upon a time on a starry night

There stood a tree that was quite a sight

It was rooted in a valley by a silvery pond

Surrounded by mountains from dusk 'til dawn

It's trunk was rough, it's branches were bare

It was strong and tall, but felt lonely there

The only living thing for miles around

The tree grew sad that the only sounds

It could hear were the rippling pond and the wind

Little did it know that new life would begin

For on that very night, for whatever reason

Birds migrated to that valley. Perhaps it was the season?

2 birds came and perched on that lonely tree

The tree was so excited it could barely breathe

One bird was yellow, the other one pink

They saw each other and they each began to sing

They sang of lovely clouds and what it was to fly

Their song was so beautiful, the tree could only sigh

The singing birds grew closer, continuing their tune

By the end they were side-by-side, gazing at the moon

The lonely tree was deeply moved by this touching scene

It began remembering olden days, when it was young and green

Even when the birds flew off, the tree was still content

It kept their song in its heart and was never lonely again.

This painting I copied around October 2014. Obviously I took plenty of artistic liberties with my version.  More wavy water, bigger mountains, starry night, the little birds. ^,^ Hope you like the poem.