Long ago a lightning had burnt her dry
But her resolve its might couldn’t foil
Her gnarled hands spread on the merciless sky
She stands on her root in the soil.
You may think she’s there without a purpose
For no foliage now adorns her frame
Not one leaf rustles in south wind’s rush
You can’t even tell what’s her name.
Petals don’t bloom she’s sucked long dry
Her shade lures no traveler to rest
You may wonder she stands there why
Bereft of seasons’ colored fest.
Her trunks sunburned naked and bare
I ask why this purposeless waste
Till I find out one cute raven pair
Has made her their dreamful love nest!
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