Once it flourished, a vibrant sight,
With dancing leaves that caught the light.
A canopy of joy, so full and grand,
Now bare and lonely, it can scarcely stand.
Where branches whispered tales of glee,
Now silence reigns, a wound to see.
In every shade, a memory stays,
Of happier times, of sunlit days.
Trimmed to the bone, its spirit wanes,
While sadness blooms in whispered pains.
Though others may see just wood and air,
To me, it held a beauty rare.
Fury stirs in my restless heart,
As nature’s canvas has been torn apart.
Yet through this sorrow, I still hold tight,
To dreams of green in the soft moonlight.
I’ll cherish the memories, let them grow,
For even in loss, the heart can know
That beauty lingers, though it may wane,
And from the ashes, hope can reign.
M.A.D. Works 