The Solitary Tree on the Hill

 In solitude it stands so still,

The solitary tree on the hill.

Its branches reach up to the sky,

With leaves whispering a lullaby.

  

Through all seasons it remains strong,

A symbol of endurance all along.

Its roots anchored deep in the ground,

A steadfast presence, forever profound.

As winds howl and storms do brew,

The solitary tree stands true.

Providing shade for those who seek,

A refuge from the chaos bleak.

Oh, solitary tree on the hill,

Your beauty and strength instill,

A sense of peace in hearts that roam,

Beneath your branches, finding home.