The Alone Tree Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

She could always be found there.
Beneath its welcoming arms
refreshed by its shade and comfort,
she shared all manner of childhood secrets;
even named it, her "alone tree."

It became her one true sanctuary;
a place to run with hurts and tears,
confide her joys and hopes,
her dreams and fears.
Their special bond
anchored them both on this earth;
each waxed strong on their own
and together they weathered the storms.

It stands alone there still,
a lush tower of strength and beauty that
visibly rises above the morning mists;
a lone tree in the meadow of childhood
whose little friend long ago moved on to other fields.