Old Tree

Ancient tree stands all alone,
Ringed about by choking stone.
Twisted trunk and gnarled limbs,
Frail leaves quake on weakened stems.

Tattered bark, all green with moss,
Deeply scored and marked across.
Lovers' hearts and clumsy rhymes,
Written back in older times.

Sentry of a ghostly town,
Dry leaves shaking up and down
As the wind goes walking by
Underneath a fading sky.

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