Branches stretching out
reaching into the sky,
beside a carpet of dead leaves
stands a crooked trunk

like arms seeking forgiveness
bending over to the ground,
not even a dead crow dares
to perch atop this soulless husk

flowers surround the view
unmindful and innocent,
a painters palette, a bed
of sweet scented allure

it defies nature for this
beauty, this magnificence-
to exist blissfully alongside
all these colourful hues