A Tree called Life

Acquaintances with hidden trees,
With their stretching bark,
The blackness of the shadow,
While the blistering wind shall hark,

Foreplay between branches,
Caressing the romance,
Whispers like thundering ocean,
With wilted hope of chance,

Clawing to the endless sky,
With the shades of blistered blue,
Then the spilling crimson,
And the darkness without you,

Then alas the last of dawn,
In contempt the trunk will fall,
No more playing with the wind,
No life is left at all,

The Willow wept into the night,
The Pine yelled out in vain,
The Oak began to die inside,
And with this the gift of rain.