The Tree

A lonely tree amidst the sea

blows softly in the wind.

Leaves fall free about that tree

and aren't seen again.

Birds fly high in pleasant sky

above that sea-breached tree,

whose feathers cry from flocks so high

so those who search may see.

Once, a fawn in search of dawn

beneath this tree made den--

long 'fore was drawn this sea upon

its pleasant little glen.

And 'ere the knell, a wren befell

and lit before the fawn,

and there did dwell, sang peace, until

the poor one's life had drawn.

Then round the fawn was swathed the dawn

beneath this lonely tree.

And rain set on this paragon

and washed it o'er with sea.

The gentle wren took journey then

into the stormy sky,

O'er moor and fen to wait for when

another would need it nigh.

But still that tree, above that sea,

recalls that fawn and wren.

Sheds leaves for tears throughout the years,

and shan't be seen again.