Broken branches after the storm
leaves and twigs mangled and torn.
The torrents of rain pummelled them
No time to mourn between tragedy and scorn.
and so heroes and villains are born.
Tattered kings, ravaged sprites reaching for anything
Even the low-hanging it’s all we can reach.
Such means invite depraved ways to stay.
until the once beautiful grove is ablaze.
Lightning strikes once then twice,
Exposing hidden parasites eating at the core.
Bolts and fiery mayhem come to play every day
Until they feel no reason and return to clay.
Quiet, be still. Hibernate.
Please no more, it’s all we can take.
Rest! Rest, must we lest the strongest break!
The trees whisper their plea to the breeze.
Let us be lest we forget what we grow for!
Why try when new growth marches straight to deaths’ door?
I enjoy and beautifully rhyming poem and this one, with its evocative connection to nature and the wildness of it all, is alluring!
Thank you Jaya, I love your name, so unique and beautiful. I appreciate the feedback and hope this year is wonderful to you <3 Much love!