My Tree

I sit here wondering why?
This tree in front of me looks so lonely

The leaves have all fallen off
The tree is empty bare and homely

All the deep lines in this tree look very very old

If this tree was human,would it be weak or bold

This tree sits here from its birth

Forming cracks and crevices like our earth

It reaches for the sky in all directions

With its beauty form and non perfections

If this tree could talk,what would it say?

How are you ,having a nice day?

Or would it wish it would have all his leaves by May?

Would it say I need shade and water?

Or would it even bother ?

Branching out as far as it can go

This tree has strength,it will grow

This tree sits on a lawn by the railroad tracks

I hope my tree will always stand proud and tall

Because we both can't wait untill fall

He will have some color and some charm

My tree is so relaxed

Well untill someday, when the city takes an axe