Poetry and Art - The Tree

The tree stands barren, awaiting a change in season.

The land is abandoned, without cause or reason.

Darkness looms amidst a deserted place;

All has disappeared without a trace.

Barren, not even a heron.

No sign of life, not even dejected strife.

Where are all the people?

Where is the voice calling in the wilderness?

Where has hope of the land vanished?

Emptiness abides, a desert land resides;

Waiting for a season, waiting for a reason;

A reason to return to a wasted land.

Rebuild a community, and construct a plan.

A plan of attack. 

Tear down the old shacks.

"Plant a garden", said she, and fertilize the tree.