The Lonely Tree
“I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
And whiten the green plains under,
And then again I dissolve it in rain,
And laugh as I pass in thunder. ”
A lone tree stands against an immense spring storm.
“I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
And whiten the green plains under,
And then again I dissolve it in rain,
And laugh as I pass in thunder. ”
A lone tree stands against an immense spring storm.