skeleton hills
stand tall
even though
they stand dead
trees like
backbones
poking through
the hills flesh
don't cry
my dear
they chose
to die here
death shall
be beautiful
just look at
those skeleton hills
low clouds
hang frames
along the
mountains back
wildflowers
grow promising
life does show
on skeleton hills
dry your
tears for
it's the sky's
turn to cry
If I
could chose
I'd die
right here
dignified death
for they
stand dead
on skeleton hills.
I wrote this after seeing dead trees scattered across the mountain side. It may be dark but I hope you enjoyed.