A TREE TALL

Now stood here, absolutely alone, all by itself, yet looking stately, a tree tall

Time had taken the rest away, leaving it lonely, all alone by itself stood, this single tree tall.

All its leaves it shed, its branches almost dry; weeping with excruciating pain, during this fall

With so many of them, right besides it, happy it was, accompanied n protected by them all.

Then came a time, when one by one the rest fell, it sadly stood, grimly watching this all.

Today even without autumn, it looks leafless n bare, all alone, eagerly waiting to fall

Birds few do come to chirp, but nestle they don't; insects some, occasionally do near it crawl.

Without them all, its greenery n charm has gone, its leaves rustling, awaiting God's call

Armin Dutia Motashaw