Beauty Upon A Barren Tree

I came upon a barren tree

Which was once as flamboyant As can be 

It's been ages since 

new leaves grew since a bud formed

Or did a flower bloom nor did a fruit ripen

Abandoned for ages now 

Beauty lost and greyish black 

Of which once was a colouration 

Of many different colours during the years

No one really knows the cause

for the macabre of the barren tree.

The artist wondered how 

But could never really tell

When suddenly She noticed 

Upon the long-lost barren tree

Pearched a Macaw 

In splits of a second the ambit

Caused by the conjointly of the two

A picturesque together of its beauty 

Did the artist capture

Of the bird and the barren tree

As if they both together were meant to be. 

As if the barren tree 

Was waiting for the bird to be pearch upon 

It's a tree trunk and barks 

For the life that was Lifeless

Gained life and remained

As a portrait of life 

Within the artist

And the one who possessed it.

The beauty of a barren tree

Is something for everyone to see

For Everyone who looks at the portrait

Looks at it in veneration.