The tree weathered,
and it’s leaves withered.
The birds delivered the bruit,
about it’s crooked boughs and root.
The dilapidated look repelled the birds,
and the tree turned crestfallen and blurred.
The shining stars danced in the majestic sky,
and the meteors showered high.
The innocent but crooked tree wished for the leaf to return,
and for the infidel birds to dance and hum.
I wrote this poem in response to Sadje’s #Whatdoyousee prompt.
Click on the link given below to see the prompt.https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2022/05/09/what-do-you-see-133-may-9-2022/