In the Shade of the Great Tree, Dianpei

The tree looks like a question mark,
Like it’s scrutinizing the ground,
Like it’s tired and wants to sit down,

Like it’s done with ruinous ways,
Like it’s tilting its puzzled crown,
Like it’s gesturing to hermits

To come and relax in its shade,
To evade the heat of the day.
The great tree is dead. It will wait.