Branches A Flame Poem by Sez Farr

In the woods not far from here,
You see a lonely tree, under the night so clear,
Surrounded by rocks, rivers, and streams,
Enchanted by trickles of love and dreams,
Though so lonely and sad it stands steady,
When a lost soul comes along it’ll be ready,
Although covered in tangled vine,
It stands so proudly a picture Devine,
Though weary it stays strong,
Its judgment and foresights are never wrong,
And if you listen at every full moon,
You can hear it sing its embracing tune,
For its branches reach to the heavenly sky,
It has nothing to live for but it will not die,
Its branches stretch with all of its glory,
It yearns for company to tell its story,
It reaches out with passion and desire,
And as you watch with hope see its branches fire,
Once you see its branches all a flame,
You spirit your soul will never be the same.