The Lone Cypress Tree

Cypress stood, looking out to sea,
searching the waves for his ships.
Never wavering, loyal was she,
words of love soft on her lips.
So focused she stood, so proud and tall,
her heart she did not feel break.
Til one day on the wind,
his name she did call
and inside bore that sweet ache.
Her legs smooth and brown
became as one,
her hair, long and wild fanned out.
Her arms outstretched,
reached for the sun,
and just once, she gave a great shout.
She tried once more, she tried in vain
to call the name of he.
And now for all time, in sun and rain,
she stands, the lone cypress tree.