Fallen, from a tree
Fallen, to its knees
Fallen, dead, to the ground beneath its feet
Severed limb, sent down to decay, though not in vein
Cast down to decompose and nurture the soil that fed it to be
Brightly green, a selfless being
One not to speak or scream, but one to gaze, silently without judgement, upon a world of chaos and greed
Great dazzling being of life
Once, a joyful green, darkened by our careless needs
Yet still, it finds use for its severed limb
From green to brown, then into the ground, and back, to a fuller green, Smiling in the wind, casting shadows below where it will lay next
Brown, Brave