The Tree

While walking home at four in the morning,
a tree took my fancy
a tree which I never,
had introduced myself to.

A tree with purple,
violet flowers.

Dancing under the bright moon,
dancing without its leaves.

The leaves have long left,
for what reason
one can only imagine,
one can only try to think of a reason.

Was it for the lack of sleep?
Was it for the lack of birds?
Was it for the lack of wind?
Was it for the lack of rain?

The tree with purple,
stood in the midst of many others,
which had lush green,
tops.

made out of leaves,
sleepy leaves.

Day after day,
I pass by.

Day after day,
I see the dancing flowers.

Till one day,
a flower fell on my head.

And the tree told me,
Summer was here,
and it was time,
to sleep.