TREE AT SUNSET
IT WAS DARK
THE END OF A DAY
A NOVEMBER DAY
THE CLOUDS RAN ENDLESS
SOFTLY STAINED BY FADING SUN
THAT COLORED THE HORIZON
THERE SILHOUETTED STOOD THE TREE
CARVED IN BLACK UPON THE ROSE
AND STREAKS OF PEARL TONED SKY
A SENSE OF SYMMETRY IN ITS' BRANCHES
A SENSE OF STRENGTH IN ITS' TRUNK AND STRONGER ARMS
A SLEEPING GIANT
BEFORE MY GOD SOMEDAY I'LL STAND
LIKE WINTER TREE
NO LEAFY BOUGH TO HIDE MY DEFECTS UNDER
QUICKLY CRUMBLED AWAY THE DAY
AND DARK AND CHILL WERE MY COMPANIONS
BUT THE MEMORY LINGERED
I FELT IT NOT TOO HIGH A PRICE TO PAY
FRANK A VOLLMER
IT WAS DARK
THE END OF A DAY
A NOVEMBER DAY
THE CLOUDS RAN ENDLESS
SOFTLY STAINED BY FADING SUN
THAT COLORED THE HORIZON
THERE SILHOUETTED STOOD THE TREE
CARVED IN BLACK UPON THE ROSE
AND STREAKS OF PEARL TONED SKY
A SENSE OF SYMMETRY IN ITS' BRANCHES
A SENSE OF STRENGTH IN ITS' TRUNK AND STRONGER ARMS
A SLEEPING GIANT
BEFORE MY GOD SOMEDAY I'LL STAND
LIKE WINTER TREE
NO LEAFY BOUGH TO HIDE MY DEFECTS UNDER
QUICKLY CRUMBLED AWAY THE DAY
AND DARK AND CHILL WERE MY COMPANIONS
BUT THE MEMORY LINGERED
I FELT IT NOT TOO HIGH A PRICE TO PAY
FRANK A VOLLMER
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