The Lonely Tree Poem by Pablo Alfonso

Nibbling the nails from its distressed roots
on the broken baldness of a hapless hill,
the solitary tree is opened by its branches and fruits
begging for the beak of a bird to sing his exile shrill.

From afar he is seen in his sullen abandon,
pressed by the sun or disturbed by the wind,
to air with the piety of a hand his shadow companion
or fixed as a cup, or a thirsty boat. Undefined

lonely tree, wide and patient, body of solitude
where the sheep, tired, seeks freshness or food;
where he never made a cheerful bird his warm nest

I've seen you on horseback, taciturn, and inclined
by the bloody touch of a sun that falls unkind
between the sharp rocks of strange crest...