Leaves slip away from the barren limbs that once held them, echoing a crisp thud as they fall on the ground,
The tree weeps as the cruel air strips away it’s beauty, transforming the light, vibrant splendor to a gravely, dull shade
Beautiful shades of amber, orange, and gold have now browned in a pile at it’s feet,
Insects eat away at the leftovers hidden in the carcass of hollow stumps,
As wildings gather bits of food to ration during the shortage,
Birds begin their journey south, leaving behind empty nests and cracked egg shells,
Streams that once quenched the thirst of it’s inhabitants silently flow in isolation,
The existence of nature now is nothing more than a silhouette
Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 8:51 AM UTC
Leaves slip away from the barren limbs that once held them, echoing a crisp thud as they fall on the ground,
The tree weeps as the cruel air strips away it’s beauty, transforming the light, vibrant splendor to a gravely, dull shade
Beautiful shades of amber, orange, and gold have now browned in a pile at it’s feet,
Insects eat away at the leftovers hidden in the carcass of hollow stumps,
As wildings gather bits of food to ration during the shortage,
Birds begin their journey south, leaving behind empty nests and cracked egg shells,
Streams that once quenched the thirst of it’s inhabitants silently flow in isolation,
The existence of nature now is nothing more than a silhouette