By Franco
Date: 28 February 1998

The Lonely Tree

In the distance the church bell rings,
A whisp of wind blows through my fingers.
The lonely tree dances in the breeze
Rustling leaves that nobody hears.

Everywhere that one may look,
summer smiles upon our gifts.
Purple haze in green fields
Covered by a blanket of warmth and light.
Yet the lonely tree dances in the breeze,
Rustling leaves that nobody hears.

People laughing, people talking
a lovely couple walk hand in hand.
A carresing smile from the sun above
bathes all that wonder in pure delite.

Yet where I look I see no light,
Laughing shadows cast a dreary sight.
Smirking and laughing as I try to reach out
For that warmth, that glimmer, that beautiful light.

While summer is all around,
Winter frowns as it tosses back its head.
Slowly slowly my leaves fall off,
no more rustling that nobody hears, 
no more dancing in the breeze.
I simply am not here.
I am simply just a lonely tree.