The Lone Tree

The air blew cold,
the sun took a vacation,
the river began to freeze,
as the raindrops
turned to snowflakes.

The birds flew away,
leaving their nests empty,
insects left for their homes,
as the snowflakes
stuck to the ground.

The flowers began to wither,
grass seemed to turn white,
trees began to stoop,
as the glistening snow
blanketed the earth.

Yet stood a lone tree,
holding the snow on its branches,
its reflection bleak in the thin ice river,
as another lonely bird
came to say goodbye, till they meet again.

Painting  by: Mrs Ratna Pochiraju