A LONELY TREE...

Warm and cozy between the sheets,
I am  suddenly woken up
By a startling sound,

Half-asleep I look around
Only to find it is just the wind
Banging on my window,
Making it shudder and almost  scream!

Then I look out, oh, what a sight!
As if the elements are in a fight!
A storm is raging in all its fury,
Oh, how it is hissing, roaring and howling!
As if a great monster, chained and shackled,
Is fighting furiously to get free!

Just then I notice that lonely tree,
Robbed of its glory by the cruel winter,
Oh, how it is resisting this onslaught
With its feeble branches, yet refuses to collapse...
Just like that forsaken,old king Lear...
Should I, like Cordelia, shed at least a tear?
-Portia Burton