"The Tree on an Empty Street"

There stands a tree on an empty street

Its vibrant leaves give shelter from the heat

Its roots sink below

Its branches broaden and grow

Its age can not be known

Its magnitude can forever be shown

Near perfect, it had just one simple flaw

No child no man dare touch it at all

O what a marvelous and splendid tree

But lonely perhaps we all can agree

No bird no beast rests on its trunk

No creature climbs, it stands as junk

Its beauty outweighs its purpose

It lies alone and worthless

Its branches lay low in burdens

Like beauty outside though eclipsed by curtains