A bare tree stands far down in silence
Apparently lifeless and kissing the horizon
Across the grey skies and the hues of orange-red
The shady trunk with interlocking branches spread
Like the appendages of the ghostly creature
Yet something no less beautiful feature
Been waiting for another spring
To dress up with glossy wing
It shall embody life and emotions again
The old playmates shall visit it once again.
The bare tree is never literally dead
Living in patience and perseverance ahead
Amidst the darkest days of its time
Been keep pushing up the climb
Troubles and struggles are stories of existence
What it would be if life had only abstinence?
So never pity seeing a bare tree
It’s never the end of life, you see!
It’s worth waiting sometimes
To bloom again with beauty, colours and rhymes.