Tree

A lonely tree stands in a field

Branches entwined in one

And as those branches come to life

They reach up to the sun

 

This tree with all it's energy

Just like a woman so it be

It's branches swaying in the breeze

Just like a mother's offspring, these

 

And so the lonely tree does age

The human kind out living

But we all end up just the same

Our flesh to earth be giving

 

And thus our lives all end the same

No matter what we be

Some have long lives, some much less

In life's sweet mystery