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Details | Sonnet | |

Requiem

Released and slowly drifting to the earth,
the leaf departs her tree in mournful grace;
though both will live to see another birth,
none same will be returning in her place.
We meet as always in the space between
the branch's bud and parting leaf stem's end;
a tearful eye, a tugging force unseen
does will the laws reverse, gravity bend.
Enhanced though was the nearly naked tree
by springtime's bloom, her fallen trembling love - 
released to serve another destiny - 
in turn, will be the better than above.

Leaf falls to rest, and in her fading sigh,
she breathes to tree her final sad goodbye.


Details | Rhyme | |

Beyond My Mind

Blue or green? The color of the sea, Going up and down the waves, To be my unexpected mood, Sweet or sour the feeling of me. The question of my mind hitting it through the divine, The passion of art inside a deep mind, With full of imaginations, Hitting me through left and right. Perspective comes along with me, Seeing it in my mind, Looking at the blank paper, My emotions run down the pages, Forgetting my visions along, Looking down on paper, Loosing my focus , Is getting hard to draw. Speaking with my wild heart wide open, Thinking of the world we live in today, Standing amongst the people not knowing what to say, Hearing the music flowing into my ears, Beating myself inside these walls of hate, Wanting my eyes to cry with full of tears, Hating to be on this earth, Seeing people fade away, Sinking through lies in my face, Stabbing me in the back when I need them the most, Seeing people with unwanted faith through their eyes, Anger comes my way, Looking down at the world with full of questions in my head, Going crazy with frustration and confusion of me questioning God, Deep inside my heart is burning with poison, Is breaking me apart like glass, At peace without a path in mind, Falling down somewhere here that I never belong, I'm not perfect yet, I like to lead not to follow others. Life is like a tree that grows inside me, Leafs on the tree come and go like people in my life, Taking the road of life, Things can change in a minute, When I look away, My goals would fade away, Going back letting noting stand on my way, Trying harder to focus on my goals, Looking around with a smile on, Reaching my goals slowly without a distraction.


Details | ABC | |

A Shady Tree

I know its the summer time because of how naturally 
Your beauty compliments the caress of a summer breeze
As I watch the world from beneath a shady tree
I take in the delightful comfort of everything I see
But in the same breath I am holding up my hands
Lord will you please give me back the things I no longer have
They are even more a part of me now that they are gone 
As the sun falls below where the horizon is still holding on
Somewhere between the falling light and a star lit night
Is a dream that last forever and will never say goodbye
As the wind gently blows through the brush and shakes the leaves
It begins to hum a melody that I want to sing
At that very moment I smile for all the joy I have
Its so uplifting for me to see melancholy dance
Soon the morning sun will rise and capture my eyes
As I watch the hand of God paint a brand new sky
With every stroke of color I swallow all my pride
And I find a new place to dream of endless times
If I should ever get to the place I left my broken heart
Only then will I believe this brand new day will start
Again Im reminded of why my heart beats so restlessly
Only the speed of thought and my soul beneath this tree


Details | Narrative | |

The day they fell

The day they fell


He stands before the great woods
Arms stretched, bracing the storm of machines
They roar and bark, trying to break his wall
But he stays put, Save the Forests he screams

The tress stand tall, lush and green
Seedlings sprout, Flowers bloom
Animals frolic in their wonderland 
Is the forest really meeting it's doom?

He stands before the great woods
Protecting everything it confides
Many plants and animals are within
Away from the human eye they hide

Even if you have never seen them
Just take a step inside
The feeling of life the smell of grass
Do u really want them all to die?

The machines don't care 
Around the forest they continue to surround 
They have never seen the wind 
And never heard the sounds 
 
They never felt the wind against their faces
Never heard the rustling of leaves
Never seen the life in the forest
Never understood that it brings relief

Fire shoots up as the forest screams 
Roars and crackles follow too
Animals run, plants sink to the floor 
As the machine consumes the forests full

The trees spend decades growing up
The animals spend years moving in
But it only takes seconds to burn it down
To burn the forest into the size of a pin

What has the forest done he wonders 
As He stands in front of the orange blaze
To deserve this kind of torturous pain
With Heat and sorrow right in his face


Details | Free verse | |

The Autumn Affect

There's something unspecific about the autumn nights
A certain shade of color that uplifts my inner child's eyes
Beside a cashmere moon Venus and Jupiter shine bright
Complimented by a sea of blinking infinite twilight
The scent of burning oak lingers in the air from home made fires
Reminiscent of a time when this man was just a child
Careless and so free to dream and any dream to live
Like feathers floating across a field carried by the wind
As a gentle breeze blows through the leaves shivering delightful gloom
Unlike flowers of springtime the disheveled autumn vibrance bloom
Leaves crackle beneath my feet along the skeleton tree path
Where I try to find my peace or a song to make me laugh
The air is so much crisper and also soothing when I breathe it in
Underneath a starry sky and brighter constellations of Heaven
Amidst the trail I pass a lovely couple holding hands
While their children run aside frolicking in a playful dance
An old man and his wife admire the view from a wooden bench 
With smiles on their face as if nostalgia is still their closest friend
Its these specific autumn affects that bring me sorrows and joy
Reminding me of all theses things Ive wanted as a man since I was a little boy 
Its times like these that I wish I wasn't always so alone
Because I would light an fire with my family and call it home


Details | Narrative | |

A little girl and her plastic bag

Yesterday while on my way to a supermarket I saw a little girl of perhaps five leaning at
a tree close to the road and watching a blue plastic bag which was drifting in the wind.
She looked very sad with her light blue eyes and her blond hair streamed out behind her.
The bag was lifted by a strong blast and I ran after it, crossing the road. A car came and
stopped, waiting for me to cross the road. A younger man on the other side of the road saw
that I wanted to catch the bag and he was also running after it, but the wind drifted the
bag far over the lawn up hills. After some unsuccessful attempts to get hold of the bag he
finally could grab it. I went to him and he gave me the bag and smiled. I then told him
that a little girl was sad about losing that bag. He wished me a nice weekend and I
returned to that little girl still standing near the tree but this time smiling. She shyly
whispered "Thank you", took the bag and ran to her little playmates waiting for her
anxiously in the background. 


Details | Lyric | |

Mockingbird

Written March 26, 2013


Hey you way up there in the tree
Hiding away for none to see
No I don't know why you refuse to be
Why can't you just see what I've seen
Hey little mockingbird don't mock me
It's these mystical one-eyed dreams
Keeping me from tossing myself
Twenty thousand underneath the sea

I am what I am
I've gone too far to rescind
These wonderful twisted dreams
Where we're skipping stones by the stream
I know what I feel
Now you're even more real
All I know is how to weep
With the birds lulling me fast asleep


Details | Dodoitsu | |

Weeping Willow Tree

shady weeping willow tree grace brushes the canopy sullen branches seek comfort from lovers below yester year echoes sweetly through the branches hanging low each leaflet holds my sorrow dew drops are my tears my father's tree weeps for me sweeping branches touch my heart once, you held a young man's dreams now, you bring solace By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders dedicated to my dad, John F. Johnson, Jr (1949-2002) The Weeping Willow was his favorite tree First place in No Name/Any Form 14 Max contest


Details | Rhyme | |

The New Santa Claus

I'm locking up my house, because it's that time for thieves.
I need to Santa proof my place, because It's Christmas Eve.
If he does get in, I'm going to run and hide.
I left out some milk and cookies with rat pellets inside.
While he's eating the cookies and he's starting to sweat.
The reindeer will be caught in security nets.
"I'm sorry boys and girls, but Santa has to retire!"
I'm going to tie him to the tree and set poor Santa on fire.
Then I'm going to take the toys and keep them all to myself.
Even though I've been bad, no coals will be on my shelf.
Merry Christmas to me! This year is going to be grand!
I'll get whatever I want, if Christmas goes as I planned!
Wearing Santa Claus' suite I'll get in houses without keys.
In twenty seven minutes I'll rob twenty seven trees!
So all you little brats, don't you cry and sob.
With the recession and depression, I just needed a job.
A lot of things are going to change, but you all shouldn't be sad.
Now that I'm the new Santa, It doesn't matter who's bad.
I'll use the elves as my slaves and the toys will still come.
Instead of a Nintendo, you'll get a gallon of rum.
Toy guns are for babies, how about the real thing?
A candy neckless won't impress, I'll make sure that it's bling.
You said you wanted a pony? How about a deer that can fly?
No more lousy presents, no more socks, or bad ties.
I'll change... 
Wait... Wait a minute... Was that all just a dream?
Why do I only have coal under the tree and in my stocking?
Santa please come back! I promse I'll be better next year!
I promise I'll be good and I'll spred more Christmas cheer!

Did Santa Claus come back? Did he come like I thought he should?
No Santa didn't, but next year I'll be good!
I'll only do what is right, aleast to his satisfaction.
So he comes back to my house, and my plan goes back into action!


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Broken but Living

On the hill top staring out to the bottom
Life seems so far from me 
Up to the heavens I look and pray as I am on my knee
Living life like an unwatched DVD
Up on this hill I continue to stand under this broken tree

The branches are withered and falling
The leaves have gone and disappeared into the wind
No life lives in the tree for it is broken
Receiving no love not even a token
The roots can no longer grow
The cuts and bruises on the tree are finally starting to show

For life is a branch because we have those to hold us up
The leaves are that of our comfort in which blew away
No life left in us we are just taking life breath by breath barley living
No love from others is even being offered
Without love we stand on the lonely hill to die
All the pain and agony we went through we can no longer hold back as we start to cry

Cold as the wind hits our stump
Time and time again we think what’s the point I am just going to jump
As it is the only reason why I am still living because my heart continues to pump
Thunder or lightning doesn’t even phase us not even a bump
For it just leaves another mark another scar another lump

Rain hides the tears we shed in the life we are forced to live
Without receiving any love we lost all ways to even know how to give
We are forced to learn how to make it through and survive
But with so little life left in us how do they expect us to drive
For we are just on this earth waiting for God to arrive

Not only hurting on the inside but also on the out
Living life broken and full of doubt
Not counting on anyone as a small leaf can’t even seem to sprout
On this hill top where I live its now becoming a drought 
Is this what life is really about?

One day this life will end
All the pain, hurt, coldness, agony, will descend
Where are those in which I called a friend
But no matter what if thou die alone I will still be forgiving
Even thou on a hill top left, I am broken but still living

© Jeremy Fennell


Details | Sedoka | |

The Storm in my Heart set His Tree on Fire

My cheeks pressed against
my window while the rain drops
Streamed down the glass, down my face
Alluding to tears,
Staring across at your house,
Lights out, cars gone, vacant.

The oak tree scratching
At your old bedroom window,
Muddy,bare, lifeless garden, 
It has been a week,
Thunder explodes from a far,
Lightning strikes the tree on fire.


BY: sabina nicole
Contest:
Written:11-26-11


Details | Rhyme | |

The Trouble Tree

Years ago near New Orleans
There lived people who were not free
So every night they would gather
To leave their worries at the Trouble Tree

The Trouble Tree was a giant magnoila
With fragrant blossoms snowy white
As the sweet perfume filled the air
They would sing and dance in the pale moonlight

Every day they worked for the master
Picking cotton  or planting corn
Late at night they would gather
And sing and dance 'til early morn

The Trouble Tree grew deep in the bayou
Hidden away from you and me
The only ones who knew it's power
Were those people who were not free

Many years have come and gone
And all the people should be free
But I'm sure there are many of us
Who wish we had a Trouble Tree


Details | Rhyme | |

Whiskey Christmas

It was Christmas Eve; I was a prisoner of my own divide.
Lost in mind, clad in drunken sadness, caged up inside.
Alone and forlorn my thoughts laden with whiskey lies,
Memories seem so distant, only a week since goodbyes.
Christmas tree glistening, blurry in my vision of tears,
Flashing lights bright, neighbors Christmas party cheers.
No presents or joy in this household upon this night.
Sorrows, misguided gulps of liquor, cloud my sight.
Heartbroken, gloomy devouring the demon filled drink.
No more, no less, my eyes roamed over as I did think.
Hopelessly lost in a whirlwind of memories of no more,
No more, love by a lover, no daughter to teach the score.
Left me in a house, no longer our home that we shared,
Only I and this half-empty bottle, feeling impaired.
She left me, taking my child a thousand miles away.
While here in this house of torture, me and myself stay.
Every corner a recollection blinks by crystalline light.
Splintered and speckled by the twinkling star so bright.
Atop the now barren tree which had shined with joys.
Years before cluttered with wrappers, boxes and toys 
I slam a big gulp down my throat, since this was my first.
Night of my debut to the evil of whiskey blinding thirst,
Never before had drunkenness been a quest or even a try,
This night she devoured my soul, not wanting ever to cry.
Intoxication was a desire, though not ever beyond joy.
My virgin body of drink has choked me unable to deploy.
Sour mash tears wash down my face, wiping my eyes.
I hear my built up agony; pour out in inhuman cries.

User Name  Cecil Hickman

Sponsor Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~ 
Contest Name Your "Saddest" Christmas Ever 


Details | Blank verse | |

A Husbands Tale

         Let me tell you a story about a man that found a little seed in the wilderness. 
Being so facinated with its beauty, he decided to plant the seed to see what it would turn out to be. 
         Finding the right soil, the man gently set the seed into some well seasoned ground. He then watered it and covered it with his hand of love. Each day he watered and nurtured the seed with his love while giving it plenty of sunlight to help it along. At times, the seed had to struggle to survive. But between the man and the seed, eventually, it broke through the soil to the world above.
         As time went by, the seed became a small tree with roots spreading out in all directions. The man watched. So proud was he to see the seed blossoming into such beauty and strength. He loved the tree so much. He protected it from the elements until it had grown enough to protect itself. Never realizing...that the trees branches were spreading out reaching for the sky. And the many leaves it was nurturing on its own...gave little time for the man that had given it life.
         Through no fault of the tree itself, it had developed into something independent enough that nature had taken over to help it to survive. In the meantime...the man that gave the tree life, has been cast aside. Put to pasture like one of the trees falling leaves...Someday to fall to the ground...to wither and die.
          To be forgotten like the winds of time, and as the wind blows away the dust that was once the seed of life into the unknown void of creation, never more to be. The only thing that this man that gave the tree life and hope ever wanted was, that the tree never forget , its beginning came from a lowly, humble man that loved the tree more than life itself. His heart, once filled with so much love, is now filled with emptiness.


Details | ABC | |

Some call this Life

Don't search for apples anymore.
The apple tree has died.
It gave all the apples that it had.
Now it is nothing more than a piece of wood.
Nobody has interest for an apple tree without apples.
Nobody gives it some water to survive.
Not even the dry mother earth.
Nobody.
This is the fate for every apple tree that has nothing to give.
This is the fate of everything alive being on the earth.
This is the law of nature.
Some call this life.

Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved


Details | Free verse | |

Dead Winter

They wanna say that I feel dead inside;
I’m no more dead than that tree in the yard.
The one with no color, no sense of direction
The one left abandoned, the one by the road.
The one that kept growing, though nobody liked it –
The one that kept living, through all of the torture.
As weird as it sounds, I kind of admire it, that tree.
Every year, it falls down.
Nature kicks it, beats it, leaves it left for dead.
Every year its covered by the ashes of the past year,
And like the phoenix, rises every year for another beating.

I know I said I was like the tree, but I’m not.
That tree is strong, noble even.
Standing tall in the realm of undead, it’s a symbol,
A beacon that there is something beyond the darkness,
Beyond the barren, beyond the white…


Details | Quatern | |

Arzoo-oan ka madfan--Graveyard of Desires

Jeenay ko bhi dil nahi karta . 
marna bhi asaan nahi
Kehne ko hum zinda hain
 per jism me rooh o jaa'n nahi

Dafn karoo'n armaanoan ki
 in zinda laashoa'n ko mein kahaa'n
Hasrat kee maari rahoa'N mein
 Koi Qabr nahi Shamshaan nahi


Details | Free verse | |

under his sacred tree

Under his sacred tree he sat
With tears in his eyes 
Tired of fleeing away
Scared of being a part 
of this cruelty

Under his sacred tree he sat
Asking god to take him away
To forgive his sins 
To spare his soul 

Under his sacred tree he sat 
Looking around him
 with despair
Feeling the darkness in his blood reign 

Under his sacred tree he sat 
With his eyes closed
Thinking of his life 
as a huge mistake
Wondering why god
is permitting this world 
to torment his weary heart 
Wondering when will his painful tears dry
Wondering when will this vain world cease

Then in front of him 
he saw the bright face 
That relieved his pain
and moderated his agony

with a tear crawling on his face,
with smile drawn on his  face 
he died 

under his sacred tree
he died …


Details | Rhyme | |

Secret Of A Mango Tree (Mixed Rhyme)

I use time not on shorelines, watching
The great yellow orb…..never rushing
To fade and rest…..before the laughing
Eyes of lovers, as noon wind touching
Them, beneath the coco palms, kissing

But I, like bird on a mango tree nestle
Clinging, childishly, on its sturdy branch
Before my eyes, I see how crickets whistle
With rhythmic tune, as tares foolishly dance

With the gadfly, that flatters free
As I spend the stolen time
Enjoying the nature’s rhyme
Till the tree bears fruits…..just for me

Its fruits, sweet and golden, the tree itself is
No match against the brutal force of nature
Once…twice, standing helpless, while bearded mantis
Forcefully stabbing-in its sting, that rapture    

The innocent soul, that still bleeds
In silence, the mango tree heeds
The wailing beats of its heart
Hapless, lying on the dead ground
While hungry beast started to pound
Feasted….till whole’s torn apart

Scared; it soars, aimless, over seas of thunder
With no hope, in mind, of gazing the wonder
Of the world, for spirits lies under yonder

Mango tree, a glorious image
Of little robin, now, in rage

No clue, if ever peace will live 
In the heart of those, once, deceived

What goodness will it give watching… 
The sun fades sure darkness it’ll bring?  
  
Certainly, no one knows, but me 

The secret of a mango tree





Details | Free verse | |

Family Tree

Our family tree will never stop growing…our faith and comfort will never crumble
Love grows here…so have no fear—God is near
My family, though packed up with pride and low self-esteem, still appears humble
Mirth produces joy and our hope gives birth to cheer

God is our Father; who could play this role as skillfully? Who, other than God, created the world so genuinely?
Love comes from He…so scare away the anxiety—God will grant us ecstasy
My family, though packed up with hope and despair, cherishes my soul with glee
Rebirth and life comes from He and our faith should draw near to thee

"i love you sweet boy..we will have fun this summer and be a close and godly family..nighty nit my light"
This summer, I am positive that we will be a close and godly family
But we must be lights of the world…and we must be willing to finish that race of hardships to earn His dignity
By all means, we will have an enjoyable break without paying a fee
But we must be God’s faithful followers…and we must be prepared to follow our Shepherd who is the key

Of never-ending faith and comfort, nourishing us abundantly
He still exists…He unravels the insanity
Of this world and set us free from blasphemy
Watching over us with pure vitality

Give us Your water
Don’t leave us in the gutter
Listen to the words we mutter

I pray that our family tree will look up to you devotedly


Details | Free verse | |

Written In Orchard

Those days (days of experience)!
I would travel some seventy miles a day, 
To accompany that golden woman as daily duty,
To that far countryside of Kellar.
Sometimes as dogs go mad in urge behind bi*tches 
In autumns and in springs,
And sometimes as  that Hindu god would see his deity beloved
By the stream-side.

My worried coughing father would warn me and advice
About women and the realities of life
But, I would reply with an arrogant smile.

These apples of neighbors have grown tall and thick
Than ours!
And these dried, broken trees,
These newly planted baby plants,
Bring tears into my eyes.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Young Ailanthus

The young ailanthus tree grew in a narrow yard
Behind a rowhouse in a block facing the boulevard,
And anyone could tell it never would grow tall;
Only its shadow loomed immense at evening on the wall.
It trembled in a breeze.  It tottered in a blast.
I'd see it battered to the earth after a storm had passed.
Yet always it would rise, and to its limbs would cling
The thick white snows of wintertime and half-grown cats in spring.
In summer, lush and green, it dreamed and seemed to smile
As though it were a jacaranda on some tropic isle.
With hand-like ferns it reached outward and ever higher
Until one day its growth was stopped by the high-tension wire.
And still another day, urban renewal came,
All of the houses with their trees leveling in its name,
So you would never know, in viewing the debris
That over here stood someone's home and on this spot a tree.
Together we were young, in many ways akin,
But I do more than mourn the void where once a tree had been:
I pray that when life's storms torment and buffet me,
I find that power to survive I first knew in a tree.


Details | I do not know? | |

My Mercurial Soul

Silver washes through the sea
Veins trace life deep into me
White transpires, falling free
From this Tree of Mercury

Thus have I seen love's bright sheen
Shining forth the last sunbeams
One white light 'midst all the sea
This crying Tree of Mercury

Orbs of sunlight drip to dirt
Where veins of life spread through the earth
Searching, blindly, for the rain
That seeps up to drip down again

These silver veins stretch through the sea
In search of sunlight as it fades
And all across the crimson waves
Is falling rain, sorrow to sea
Tears of the Tree
Of Mercury

A sunset slips so slowly to
A garnet rain with silver strewn
These crimson tears of love for you
Fall as the sunset fades.
The moon
Now rises, shines so pale upon
A night that never will know dawn

So still, alone, I'll always be
This crying Tree of Mercury


Details | I do not know? | |

Eyes

those eyes they haunt me 
fallowing my dreams 
locking themselves inside the corners of my mind
creating a picture of what i was not suppose to find
created by you the horrors that i see
the secrets that were locked deep within
the forests of me
each tree another day 
each rose another kiss
each breath another hope in the darkness of the abyss
each path another road to the puzzle left behind
the lost memories that i hoped i could never find
terrors hauting i see those forsaken eyes
i can feel the breath apon my face
the hands wrapped tight around my neck
ghostly hands that only my eyes can see
the gun in my hand i swear its not really me 
just a reflection of evil hidden inside 
locked within the beauty of the beautiful
rose left to hide
each tree another day 
each rose another kiss 
each breath another hope in the darkness of the abyss
 the smile of a child to hide those hideous eyes
what you will never see and i will never find


Details | I do not know? | |

The Whisper

                        As I gazed through my window I see a Willow tree..
                        I think I'll go outside and sit beneath it and wheep.

                        As I  wheep beneath this Willow tree I heard a
                        whisper behind me saying...
                        do not be sad my friend I am here to comfort you.

                        As I turned around to see where the whisper was
                        coming from..
                        I heard the samething again..,
                        do not be sad my friend I am here to comfort you.

                       "Who are you I asked," and "What are you I asked?"

                        Why I  am the voice of the Willow tree you sit
                         beneath to wheep!
                        
                          

            

                   


Details | Bio | |

The Big Loss

Walking down the dark tunnel
Amidst absolute peace,
Filled with bowl of silence
And there's no sign of war sharpnel.

A big tree on my way it stood,
A shadow on the tree is espied-
A figure can't be seen in the darkest region of hell-
All the worldly frowns seemed to reflect from its every cell.

I asked him what's he trying there
When there's peace everywhere out here?
And there's nothing to fear 
And no worries to bear.

From the top he spoke
"Its all right with the peace present here
But I miss my nears and dears;
And I have jobs left to do in the earthly bower.

I spoke -"Life is over",
"Death occupies the future,
There's no point trying to climb out.....
--He jumped infront of me like an angry lout.

He was the man I killed the last day!
I repented so that he forgives me;
It happened when I drove the lorry
And hit him in a hurry.

He told me my 'mistake'- 'a lot it meant';
It caused many to faint;
He had still time to enjoy the worldly scents-
Which I had ended in a second.

Mistakes are irreversible often,
Its only made by humans;
Remamber once you enter the lion's den--
You may never return again.

The bitter truth upon me dawned,
I also met the same fate in the very dawn!
The mistake that I have committed in a hurry-
For the rest of the eternity it will make me sorry!!!


Details | Blank verse | |

Farm



It seems as if the best things in life, are
the things we take for granted;
we plant our trees, and find we can’t un-dig the
seeds we’ve planted.
And then the tree is harvested and
everyone can see,
the fruitless limbs of negativity.
When we grow the tree that feeds
all of humankind,
with seeds of selfish lust and
greed
we make our mark in time.


Details | Free verse | |

Her Lost Story

A little girl, not yet the age of thirteen 
Plays alone amongst the bushes and the trees
Innocent and playful are her heart and mind
Graciously untouched by the harmful, unkind
Leaves begin to fall all about; revolving around her delicate feet
They glide down like paper; the weight of their sorrow forcing them to defeat
A young river, now full of life, flows swiftly nearby
Its sparkling clear beauty, glimmers of new light, shimmering down from the new day’s sky
The river slowly begins to cool
Its gentle touch is soft as the lamb’s freshly woven spool
The fog from the water creates new scene
A scene in her head that appears to be unclean
A chill from the winds creeps up her spine
Spreading in ridges leaving all kinds of lines
The thought of fear never crosses her mind
Not even the moment she is stuck from behind
The darkness of shadows drains into her sight
She is unwilling, unable to move or fight
The cold river once clear, is now filled with fog and color
Color like the leaves left behind by the earth mother
A warm wind blows along the bends
From the east; caring swift voices till they descend
The voices seem calm enough
Showing only glitches of the strong willed, the tough
Soon into the night they grow with greed and envy
Then slowly die out with the sounds of her pleas
A little girl not yet the age of thirteen 
Died alone, by a river; she was crushed by a falling tree
Not one heard the tree fall
Nor the screams of her call
Her body never to be found
Left to rot between the tree and the ground
Yet her spirit lives on
Living for the nature far beyond