The moon luminates the midnight valley
Reflecting off the glass like serene lake
Soothing like the melodius sirens call
Atop a mountain ravaged by time
A lone tree stands bearing the weight of the sky
Lightning shaped cleave marks leave their trace
Blood red leaves flap like a flag in the slight breeze
Pitch black clouds form above the tree
Thunder sparks hues of golden tint
The atmosphere grows heavy
As if a higher being were watching the scene
Thunder descends upon the tree
With a loud roar of *******
Another cleave is left on its bark
Leaves drop painting the valley and lake
Asundered from their mothers embrace.