Poetry Project, V. 10.0, Day 6

On the other side of having a funeral to go to, there's the chance to travel a little, and have some new experiences.  So, on the heals of the last post, something a little lighter!

lonely tree

on the top of a mountain

i saw a little tree -

scrubby and wretched,

eking out a lonely existence

in a barren and tortured land,

finding just barely water enough to survive 

atop the windy peak.

i snapped a photo,

hoping to get some of the distant mountains in frame,

and when i looked again,

i understood -

even the wild and craggy plants atop the tallest mountain

enjoy the view.

Thanks for reading,

Me