That Tree

A tree that was cut by its owner's hand

Deprived birds to make a home so grand

No cuckoo sang, no sandpiper call

Silent shadows where leaves once enthrall

Morning wind whispers through its leaves

Insects hiding,seeking shadow it conceives

Sun rays filters through the dense array

Peeking at earth in a gentle display

Growing freely towards the endless sky

Drawing life from earth it won't deny

Unfazed by the scorching, relentless sun

Hopeless it rises a battle not yet done

Desperation changed in to a quest

To stand again with new found zest

Slowly climbing towards the endless blue

A tree reborn with a strength renew

Facing the strong wind , widening it's chest

The tree persists a tale of nature 's best