Whose olive tree is that shaking?

I think its owner is quite sad today.

It’s truly a tale of deceit or woe,

I watch her frown and pass by.

She gives her trees a hardy shake

and sobs until the tears start to flow.

The only other sound’s the breaking

of distant waves and shore bird chatter.

The tree wraps and hugs are deep,

but she has promises to attend,

until then she shall not sleep.

She lies in bed as tears fall once more,

rising from her unkempt bed,

facing the day with never ending dread.

Her tree shakes once more, for another

day wishing for sunshine and smiles.

                                                                                                        ~Ken Allen Dronsfield

                                                                                                             Seminole, Oklahoma, USA