Trees of Oblivion

Leaves release from their place of honor Firm branches remain behind as naked Look down on diamond blue hillsides fall That origin, location where trees begin With a proper perspective on leaf and limb Held firm are the branches tilting forward Acknowledging tomorrow from the womb... The purpose is clear The objective was shade But now, no more, as it is gone Shade disappears under the turtle tree Exposed by the relentless sun hanging drunk There in the total dark of space without strict discipline Deciding to fire up the sky in search of hiding creatures To burn them alive if necessary Look under the trees void of leaves Turtles fried white turned lifeless They lay there, outed by the sun And anything that lays beneath its scrutiny of light There to be revealed by the barren bark dies Stripped of what they were, trees surrender A breeze takes their offspring leaves off to other worlds Green with envy never to be returned Trees have no secrets of their own Where they come from only they know To keep on growing is the goal Hiding in clear sight with roots intact Making new leaves to start the cycle Every leaf is released into oblivion Trees believe and follow their beginning