The Hanging Tree Poem by Precious U.

The olive tree where my love hangs,
Anticipating its impending liberation.
The song sparrow its companion as they sang,
The blissful tunes of compassion.

Are you coming to the tree?
The fruits conceived from the dying wish of a lover.
Where one was strung to deny a love, soulful and free,
And laid his words, an emancipation for those who hovers.

Come, I beseech you, in earnestness,
To the existence of love made flesh.
A sacrifice, the illumination of kindness,
Let the weary of love enmesh.

Are you coming to the tree?
Where dead men call out for his love to flee,
Strange things are happening, the stranger wouldn't see,
The night we met in the hanging tree.