Guardian Tree

Russet textures expand through a maze of rough lining, composing a song softer than the winds of the river Leaves of fading colors arise within the current waving their last goodbyes with an incessant spiral Tears pour down from melancholy storms saturating quickly into pastel branches, peeling off a shell of bitter aversion and irrational fear Each bead of pride falling, cascading her to nakedness showing only true vicinities behind that forcefield of the withering decay where lucid liquids run dry contemplating hollow thoughts She weeps in the heart of faint horizons ~ recklessly drowning in a sea of calloused wonder Will she ever bloom into a brand new beam of effervescent light - Or follow the black into a lonely path of no escape?