Naked Tree, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Naked Tree

Naked Tree

Not sure if mighty sea be friend or foe
Determines what near it allowed to grow
Is it possible has but single mind
Or has it the power to be unkind

Many decades in green cover it stood
All that remains now is its naked wood
Was it salt from the sea that caused its death
Or its water slowly stymied its breath

I see no reason for the mighty sea
To fester a desire to kill a tree
It does not appear the luck of the draw
That is killing our trees along the shore

Reasoning says no tree lives forever
Be no toil to shorten this endeavor
The reverse effort should be our pleasure
As our abundant trees are a treasure

If you stand aside the tree dressed in black
Is it your fervent want to bring it back
Or just a photo opportunity
With naked branches as a canopy