the trees’s branches whistle through the wind
while the sun sets to meet its end
the moon rises to replace the warm glow
as the star rests in the caverns below
the tree is now cold, sickled, and thin
waiting for it to rise again
Nov 3, 2025
Nov 3, 2025 at 4:13 PM UTC
the trees’s branches whistle through the wind
while the sun sets to meet its end
the moon rises to replace the warm glow
as the star rests in the caverns below
the tree is now cold, sickled, and thin
waiting for it to rise again