SKYBOUND

Amidst the desert's arid embrace, Stands a tree, bare and serene in space, Its branches reach for the heavens above, A spectral beauty, unyielding and tough. In skies adorned with wisps of white, Clouds gather, casting their gentle light, A dance of contrast, nature's delight, Leafless tree and clouds unite. Whispers of wind, a solemn song, The tree and clouds, they both belong, In this barren land, they find their place, Together, they paint a timeless grace. Though stripped of leaves, it stands so tall, A testament to resilience, after all, In the desert's vast, enchanting view, A tree and clouds, an eternal rendezvous.