A touch of verse for you all

A tree at dusk

A tree was set aside the other day,
Indeed it was there set alight
The sun had set, two men were sat, so stood the scene

These two men had come again, and so seen again indeed they were
So the tree was set to flame, and flame it did upon the hill
The wind did fly up to men, who offered up the tree, to them
It came to us so dark and still
Why now upon this wretched night,
does wind and earth and other fight
and no more will we have to moan,
about the boughs that swung to groan

So flock the flames alight it did
And hiss and spit at those two men,
And sit they did upon the hill, and wondered at their world and will
And black and charred the tree then sat,
And no more men came walking by
So silent was the scene that dusk
That no one found the words to ask
who cares about a tree, that’s dead
but of this tree once I was fond
to think about the way it was
and how you were when we were there