Elegy of the Barren Boughs

In shadows cast, a barren tree stands tall,

Its branches bare, a womb devoid of life,

Yet echoes tales of scripture's sacred call.

No fruits it bears, no children to enthrall,

The silence deep, a piercing, poignant strife,

In shadows cast, a barren tree stands tall.

The tree of life, in biblical thrall,

With roots that reach through ages, full of strife,

Yet echoes tales of scripture's sacred call.

The knowledge tree, its fruit doth appall,

A choice to taste, to grasp forbidden rife,

In shadows cast, a barren tree stands tall.

In visions seen, a prophet's eyes recall,

A tree that bore good fruit, a vision rife,

Yet echoes tales of scripture's sacred call.

The righteous hearken to the tree's sweet trawl,

Its branches reaching out to hearts, in life,

In shadows cast, a barren tree stands tall,

Yet echoes tales of scripture's sacred call.