I look up the hill
And see it,
That lone tree,
With no leaves for company.
Just the boughs
Reaching up
As if searching,
Searching for life.
Reaching out,
Reaching for existence.
I sit by it and listen,
Listen for its story,
But all I hear
Is silence.
I wonder
Why so alone?
Why so naked?
Is its life so unhappy
That all it waits for
Is its end?
The thought comes to me
That unlike this tree
My life towards my end
Will be filled with hope,
Filled with love,
As My Spirit goes on.
The thought then comes
That My Spirit
Will be joined
With the Spirit
Of the tree,
That not so lone tree.