By Ann M. Clinton

Outside my window for all to see
Is a very tall, sprawling tree
Instead of a proud, upright stance
The tree’s bent posture is observed at a glance
Perhaps like a painful human condition
A bad back causes the position
Despite whatever ailment may be
On many mornings the tree waves to me
Some mornings it may be still and quiet
Seemingly oblivious to all who pass by it
The tree does provide important information
A barometer of weather is its occupation