Tree

I am the tree in the empty field.

Alone, just a speck in that big field.
Secluded, no other leaves rustle but my own.
Forgotten, unattached, grasping.

I see only the field and the sky.

Free, no other branches force me
to grow around them.
Focused, no other distractions.

I shelter the tired from long
stretches of sunshine.
I rest the birds from their flying.

I give the wind something
to play with
across the empty field.

I dance for no one but myself.
I am strong...
daring to disrupt the field's emptiness.

I sing for no one but myself.