The Lone Tree of Lake Wanaka, Where Does Your Heart Lie?

I see…

Out of the waters springs a willow tree

Not the tallest nor the lushest

But the most resolute.

It heeds not the tickle of the roaring waves,

It minds not the fickleness of the flitting birds.

O’er the rising sun and waxing moon it stands as an absolute.

I wonder…

Were it sentient, would it feel the prick of solitude?

For the bonds of loneliness

Even the most hardened of hearts desires to elude.

Were its branches wings

On to the lake would it still cling?

Or is the grass green

On the other side with the promise of intimate sheen.

I wonder…

Were it sentient, would it feel the prick of solitude?

For the bonds of loneliness

Even the most hardened of hearts desires to elude.

Were its branches wings

On to the lake would it still cling?

Or is the grass green

On the other side with the promise of intimate sheen.