The Lone Tree

Alone, lone tree in the water reflection,
Cold as ice in winter.
The perfect outer shell brussels,
In the wind like that of stale bones.
Lone tree, lone branch, protector,
From our deaths.

Lone tree, cold as ice,
Welcomes us with outstretched branches,
The visiting neighbours thin and scrawny.
The cold winters sun reflects off the dark bark,
Poor lone tree.