Tree

Leaves strain against the branches;
Ripped sails still clinging to an ancient ship.
They flutter in the wind,
Desperate to catch it;
Like they once did in the time of their glory.

How did it get here,
This remnant of a vessel?
Did it fall in an epic battle
Or to the battering of nature?

And there it sits,
Stuck in the soil.
Only its mast
And shreds of its sails:
Evidence of its existence.