Tree in a Field

Written by: Russell Sivey

This field of fog contains a tree One of movement and mystery The limbs go about in that way As if its life goes and does say Illusions, the heart, it can see The field is all grey it can’t be Like the tree, worshiped entity It seems barren during the day This field of fog The tree shapes itself endlessly In some uneven shapes blindly It cannot form where it does lay Signature branch off where it may In a full field dying darkly This field of fog
Russell Sivey