JOSHUA TREE by Ashley Phillips
Joshua Tree, your branches run dry.
The sun taunts you from up high.
A snake slithers across the ground.
There is no fruit to be found.
Does Heaven hear your cry?
The cool wind tells a lie.
In a desert where rocks surround.
Your brothers and sisters abound.
Your ageless years put to the test.
In a hidden valley where you rest.
A lone coyote makes a sound.
Your leaves barely shade the ground.
The gray skies tease you with their rain
Your branches parched, your roots in pain.
Joshua Tree, do you live in dismay?
Do you lift your arms to pray?
The first drop falls from the sky.
Death will pass you by.