44. Night tree

This is my night tree,
The tree that stands alone in the dark,
Never moving,
Never leaving,
Always seeing
The things that move in the dark.

This is my night tree,
The tree that has no leaves,
Only scars that line its face,
Always still,
Always silent
Not making a sound in the dark.

©Brindology 2016
Original image by Brinda Naidu 

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