The lonely tree in the courtyard,
seems doomed to live out its years--
Encircled in dust from the baked-clay earth,
with raindrops covering it like tears.

Washing over its dry old branches,
as its leaves turn from green to brown--
From Summer to Fall and Winter,
this sad old tree has grown.

Does anyone ever take notice,
of the loveliness it brings ?
To each and every season,
especially in the Spring.

And if it is an evergreen,
sparkling emerald all year 'round--
At Christmas, no longer lonely,
as it stands at the center of town.

Crystal lights adorn its branches,
as smiling angels rest on high--
A shining star the centerpiece,
reaching up to touch the sky.

In celebration our tree lingers,
as the holidays come to pass--
With gratitude for the chance to share,
its present and its past !