The Only Pine Tree

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Caroline Hoard writes, The Only Pine Tree by Caroline Hoard Based on a published poem Twas a cold windy night As she looked to the sea And sigh…

The Only Pine Tree by Caroline Hoard Based on a published poem Twas a cold windy night As she looked to the sea And sighed at the sight The only pine tree. All alone on a hill Stooped, lamenting and frigid. Her needles are green, The ice on them rigid. The lonely pine stares at every star, But sees not one, remembers not one. As she dreams of a tree standing far. Only one, only one, only one. This tree lives in the tropics, she thought. It isn’t a pine, but a palm. The beach is warm, almost hot. The sky is blue, the ocean is calm. The palm sighs, full of sorrow. All alone, overflowing with pain. It expectantly waits until morrow, To have its hopes crushed once again. And only the sea, surrounding both trees, Would try to reach the palm and the pine. Trying to comfort them withernest pleas In the form of creeping brine. The palm and the pine Are deaf to sea’s call. The green needles entwine, And the palm branches fall.