my tree....my fav poem....

this tree in the spring 
compliments the sleeping sun....
the rays cease the sparkle....
the dusk engulfing the entire hope 
of a continuous pleasure....
the tree stands bare, lonely, 
deprived of peace and merry.....
I feel for that tree, 
it stands on the only barren land 
across a fertile scape.....
its roots are strong and steady, 
it crys of thirst, helpless, 
sheds off its leaves as dreams 
shed by a newly wed woman.....
the same woman who fell prey 
to her man's lust and desire....
this cruel man, left her bare and barren...
the tree still stands like this woman, 
seeping in, deep within 
her instinct to perfect nature through her actions......
The tree, my tree waited all autumn 
n winter 
with the hope to recover from the pain of her lost leaves....
the spring felt promising....
the tree, hopeful....
was betrayed...
the tree stood, submitting to nature....
in its pursuit of a fresh beginning, 
it met denial....hatred and uncertainty......
Will this tree be able to live up another cruel winter...
with a false hope of a spring again......?? 

I stand with my tree, 
tears rolling down the edge of my eyes....
I want to take my tree in my intimate embrace, 
whispering my promise of a lifetime union........