That Lonely Tree

there is that tall tree in the garden that gnaws at my loneliness the tree that looms into sky and my heart with a chilling quietness that cries that 'it has gone on for too long'. here, crickets and all kinds of birds call home celebrating it with their chirps and shrills by morn, by night they hit at all these painful drums of emptiness within me the children used to run round a little tree like friend it welcomed them with its protruding hands and carresses twisting with them as they played hide and seek now the tree like me is holding its own dream in the mist, in the sun, in the rain, and the dark dark night the dream that someone would come again running round us putting back the laughter the twist and dance in our existence