There Stands a Tree

As far as the eye can fathom,

knolls of grass unfurl,

a rolling expanse of virgin green,

alone, save the shelter of a blue sky,

and a tree.

Like a lone sentinel,

it stands proud.

Whipped by winds,

pelted by harsh rains,

its scarred husk stands firm.

It stands in a special place,

far away from technology,

away from future shopping malls,

housing projects, super highways;

but it stands close to the heart.

It was there a picnic was shared.

Where lover’s held hands,

and lover’s kissed,

and where twin lover’s initials

are forever carved.