The bare tree

Mr Crow, why are you flying in the rain.

In thunder and lightning you must refrain.

Find a tree, wait and see. Let it be.

Not that tree, Mr Crow. That’s the bare tree; can't you see.

Go to the tree with leaves, surely you can see.

No point looking at me, Mr Crow, I’m indoors.

Lightning won't strike me.

Why do you sit on the bare tree, Mr Crow

Tell me, I need to know.

Do you have a death wish.

Don’t stare at me, Mr Crow. Take my advice, you know I’m right.

What is wrong with you, it’s like.

Are you taunting me, Mr Crow.

You’re taunting me.

Are you mad

You’re sitting on the bare tree, defying death.

What the hell is wrong with you.

You want me out there.

You want me to join you.

Only a fool would sit on the bare tree.

Waiting for that strike, can’t you see.

I’m lying Mr Crow, I know

You’re waiting

It’s time to go

Let us sit together

Let the storm blow

I remember the fear now, Mr crow

That day, you know

The ship, the storm, being below

In the water

Lost from view

The lightning strike

The final few

The storm is dying, Mr Crow

Seems strange

Feel I’m born anew

I watch you fly away

Only to return

To salute the few

You made me see, Mr Crow

Now it’s time to pay my dues

Someday I’ll return, you’ll see

We’ll be together

Finally, at rest

Beneath the bare tree.