The tree has become eye candy.

The power of nature hidden,
The dead fallen branches-

Piled up and carted                                                                                             away.

Any disruption of normality-
Piled up and                          carted
away.
As if we can’t walk around-
as if we can’t learn from the fallen-
as if we need the school,
to clean up after nature…

Aesthetics

What once was breathing-
Slowly decaying-

It’s nature…

But who wants to see that?