Life

Crunchy, crisp, brown leaves fall
a signal of Autumn’s warm arrival
The wind’s gentle breeze,
the Trees do their daily dance
Swaying away in harmony
Stretching their roots into the depths of the Earth,
A token of life and growth.

The familiar sound of its vicious teeth returned
Chopping away at its companions,
No mercy. No remorse.

The warmth turned into hostility,
The breeze no longer cool.
Death’s presence filled the air

The trees stand helpless,
Watching; the only thing they’re able to do.
What used to be a symbol of life,
Now lies without it
Becoming this unloving, unalive, unaffected
corpse.