A Tree and a Lake

A thirsty tree, roots dry and brittle,
leaves brown with stemmed desire
veins empty, parched to the middle,
a bit of water all that's required.

In the distance it sees a lake blue and clear
so full of the life giving water it craves.
It bows it limbs to try and get near
stretches its roots and with hope prays.

But the distance is too great, earth too dry
only the scent of vaporous love teases.
Its limbs break, but no well from which to cry,
its dry leaves leave it, the final releases.

On the lake so far away, its surface is clouded
with the debris of a life shrouded,
And soon it is clear and blue again
and prays to the sky for the warm rain.

efrain palermo