There you stand,
the only one of your kind left,
Feet wet, maybe,
but your crown dried out – as if your part
was to play,
the dead tree on the island;
a sad note on the emerald lake.
Photo: tree trunk on Liepnitzersee Insel, ©2018 Honoré Dupuis
The Tree, and the Island #fivewords
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