It Stood Alone
It was cold that Monday morning.
There was a lone tree
Standing so magically over the ground.
It bristles just sweeping the sky.
The magnitude if its beauty was so profound.
As the sun rose, the purplish pink sky gave the tree its background.
The colors accentuated the tree with grace.
It was a tree out of trees that bellowed,
“I stand alone.”
Therefore, it stood alone
-Charles Kardulis, Bloomfield-