The night is a canvas of dark like a silent shroud
Stars are generously scattered like dust across the sky
Like an unwanted soul the tree stands
Proud and strong the tree stands all alone
In the distance its fellow trees watch the one who is alone
The purple hue surrounds it like a mystical glow
The moon shines like a distant friend
Seated in its majestic throne
The stars its courtiers join its abode
The comet streaks across the moonlight starry night
Tinging the land in an orangey glow
Speedily the comet comes and goes
A celestial traveler, a hello and goodbye
Streaks of blue temporarily follow the fast traveler
They are its heralds and companions
And then disappear with the messenger in the sky
Like a lonely tree in the night
I sit all alone in the starry night
Comets may streak across the shroud of black
Filled with shiny stars and the smiling moon
The trunk is my thought
The branches are the divergences of my thought
The leaves are the conclusions of each thought
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