Deserted Tree

Standing on the soil

Keeping calm

Enveloped just in black palls and abandoned land.

Gawking every passer-by

Retaining no movement

Unfolding wooden hands

Up in the sky

Glancing towards verdant and magnificent scenery

Recollecting its days of

Charmful adolescence and ability of enticement.

But Alas!

Now it stands forlorn!

No companion, no beholder;

Still retaining the dignity of its own.

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