The Lonesome Tree

When my family and I were leaving clothes after shopping for clothes, we saw the beautiful sky and it was like a navy blue color. and there right in front of the store across the street was this tree sitting all by itself surronded by the pavement and cars. So when I got home I asked my mom what to write a new poem aboutand she said the tree in the parking lot with the navy blue sky. So here is the poem of The Lonesome Tree.

The Lonesome Tree

When the sky becomes dark at night,

but not as dark as black,

but a dark blue,

a navy blue.

A lonesome tree I noticed,

sat by itself,

longing for a friend.

The squirrels and birds that live in the tree,

would like a new friend or two.

But frankly that is not possible.

For the lonesome beautiful tree,

is in the middle,

the middle of a

Parking lot.