The Lone Sycamore

She stands tall and proud
limbs long and outstretched
stripped of her veils and imagery.
Balanced and poisded
rooted in her purpose
beautifully naked against the
winter gray sky.
Does man stand as tall
against the winter of his life
stripped of youth, of airs,
no disguise to hide behind?
Is his purpose as rooted
as balanced, as proud
as Nature’s majestic Sycamore?

Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 2000 ©