Tree

A lonely tree springs from a seed,
Blown from afar by cruel winds,
It has no shelter from the storm,
No forest, family, or home,
Although it has no single thing,
It is a happy tree indeed.

For when its fruit has blossomed forth,
And branches strain beneath the weight,
The birds shall not resist the lure,
The tree of loneliness they'll cure,
For with their help it will create,
A forest from the fertile earth,
To keep it company forever.