A few years ago, this proud tree took a strong blow as it was trimmed
to accommodate power lines that never materialized.
Seasons have come and gone.
Undaunted, the tree weathers them.
Dignified and determined.
Today the sky turned a deep and undeniable blue
as if to draw attention to the remaining color
of this grand friend.
I think that I shall never see
a poem as lovely as a tree.