Embers of Ire

Dust hapless had settled rough On vacuous land, tanned in taupe Lonely and distressed As it simmered for life Its flowers had died Only a few left in time To settle calm and blossom elsewhere Bearing remnants of an era gone by. Trees cried until they died Their seeds lay morose Unable to steal Elixir for their life Their branches lay fallen Gathering a fire Their ache in crimson Stalking deliriously in vain As their embers crackling Reveal their pain Unto heavens mocking above Unaware they had turned surdomute More than a long while ago.