Empty branches sway in the wind.
I stand to watch and comprehend.
Where are the squirrels? Did they leave?
Why no nests did the parents weave?
I look at every single bend.
The leaves are green; no fungal trend.
My thoughts follow every loose end,
Why can I not conceive
No fruits nor nests nor dividends
For as long as this tree extends.
I only see bright bark and leaves.
Sun sets with my heart on my sleeves.