The Tree

There's something about a moonlit night

The way the Eucalyptus gently speak on the summer breeze

The aroma of dusk floating by on the warm sultry air

Tantalizing our senses

We'd go outside just to watch the moon rise over the granite outcrop

A lonely silhouette of the solitary tree struggling on the peak

It symbolized the fraility of love and life

An unspoken omen between us.

The years wore on and time a commodity

We traded it carelessly for the promise of a distant future

For the time we could enjoy the spoils we worked so hard for

But our moonlit nights became few and far between

Then one night I watched the moon rise over the fallen tree...

And you were gone.