So alone, but oh so beautiful
This tree is just a guise
For this shy setting sun
That will come again and rise

The sun simply appears
Providing light for the day
It waits patiently for dusk
Then it slowly slips away

Who thinks of this tree
So alone on the hill
Who ponders the setting sun
So emotionless and still

Being alone is safe
For one who tends to be shy
Whether down on the ground
Or up in the clear blue sky

How beautiful is this tree
Standing alone on the hill
With the sun'’s fading light
Its branches hang so still

To be still is enlightening
It gives you the honest chance
To be one with just yourself
To reflect and enhance

By Joy Palmquist