The tree that stood alone
Its wounded branches hung-
When spring, a happy time
Came swerving round the bend
The tree stood still
It whispered not
And stood to stand alone
It died that coming fall
Memoirs- they came to haunt
It stood -and still
Hung glooming
Because of lonely past
Its life had flown away
But left the saddened corpse
Where which it stood to stand
Away, beneath, alone
Now day and years alike
Have passed the saddened corpse
Life and ways have changed
But still, the corpse remain
Its long since rotted down
But still-
It is alone.