ONE TREE FIELD

ONE TREE FIELD

Just that one single tree, alone in the field

Among empty acres, and nothing for miles

Standing so silently, as if its lips are sealed

This is a calmness of nature, and not wild

A tree left quite alone, as if given respect

For its age and beauty, despite its position

Perhaps it may be something to that effect

At least it’s reflecting a considered decision

It still communicates via an autumn breeze

Never lonely, and so much history to share

As it’s maintaining contact with other trees

Yet little of the other life around, is aware

But it does stand out and is a perfect scene

It’s as a calendar, reflecting seasonal change

The bare winter branches, in silhouette seen

To Spring, with new leaf growth to arrange

Then a fashionable posing in summer’s glory

Sunlight balanced by the touch of warm rain

And autumn colours offer a whole new story

But a cold winter season always returns again

Yet still it stands there, complete and proud

No human touch, but admired all the same

As only respectful farm workers are allowed

Who, over generations, will call it by name