NIGHT TREE

In the still of the night, the mystery tree stands

Its branches reaching high like outstretched hands

Silhouetted against the moonlit sky

It seems to whisper secrets with a sigh

Its leaves rustle softly in the gentle breeze

As if it's trying to put my mind at ease

But the shadows it casts are eerie and long

And it's hard to shake the feeling that something's wrong

Perhaps there's magic in this tree

That only comes out when we cannot see

Or maybe it's just a trick of the light

That makes it seem so haunting at night

But no matter what the reason may be

The mystery tree is a sight to see

Its beauty and mystique are hard to ignore

And it leaves me wanting to know more.