Dried tree (№ 425492)

by Vladimir Shebzukhov
The dried tree stood silently.
No one cuts, no one bothered.
During his lifetime, he gave a lot.
The time has come for the peace of the frozen.
Once saw a thief this tree at night.
No police silhouette there.
The tree was still standing silently.
The thief was frightened, his trail was cold.
The lover walked all in dreams of his beloved.
Seeing in the twilight, he said, "She!"
I didn't wait, he thought shamefully.
I accelerated my step, because I was standing... "one"...
More than once the tree smiled so much to passers-by.
But the sadness of the dried up was still there.
With his care, past the tree, too.
In the evening, the mother with the child went.
The kid has already listened to terrible fairy tales.
The ghost was able to appear nearby.
Mom saw her eyes crying.
I was in a hurry to calm the baby...
But the tree stands, gaining patience.
We would only have time to understand in time,
That the world around us is a reflection of ourselves.
Perhaps there is nothing more to say here...