My Red Tree – The Art Of Freelance

This tree is full of many branches so no matter who you are, I hope you can find a place to hang your hat.

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Logo created by Poofy

My Red Tree

Through the bleak icy rain
against the cold stone slabs configured to walls
it stood apart it stood alone…
The red tree.
The red tree with shimmering lights aglow
reflecting through the solemn night.
Cars pass by on the narrow street
now and again a lone figure walks
not to pause not to stare
at the lone tree, the lone red tree
shining there…
If it could speak what would it say
or does it speak in words unknown
a silent protest glowing red against the night…
The color of blood, of passion, of fire
warmth against the cold.
So silent yet so loud and so all alone.
And this is see as I pause to stare
through the panes all glazed in rain
I see the silent voice
and this yet so much more it speaks to me
it is not alone…