Dressed in red and clothed in sheets
Across the creaking plain she creeps
Undesired, then consumed in fire
The branches open with raw desire
Up the trunk she shimmies low
And that's when all the thoughts begin to go...
Fire first lights the leaves and the bark,
And overhead, her face is stark
She moves with grace and much cold poise
Caressing the wood with nary a noise
In and out of knotholes, her fingers threaten
And on the tree, a deep shiver sets in...

The alarm clock sounds,
     a hand shuts it down
          and silence- SILENCE-
               just lay back down, little tree...