Lonely Tree

#sixwords Improv @misslittleDHP

On the very edge of land,
Stands a bare, old tree so grand,
Golden leaves have fallen,
Its genes sent away in pollen,
A magnificent sight to see,
This great dormancy,
How his trunk stands tall,
And branches grow out in a scrawl,
Reaching out to the sky,
A perch for a passing jay or magpie,
He may stand on the edge,
No other trees around, not even a hedge,
Sometimes feeling quite alone,
The passing wind often makes him groan,
Too much time to stand and think,
The loneliness making his tree-heart sink,
The winter is tense and long,
And all too quiet without proper bird song,
But soon enough spring friends will return,
And for company he will no longer have to yearn.