The Lone Tree

Grasses green,

in orange sun.

Winds gentle,

critters abound.

Fields of green,

browns and the lone tree.

Standing, a castle,

unto itself.

The giver of life and fruit,

now barren by the sands of time.

The tree, stands, alone.

A reminder, of what was,

what is yet to come.

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