Twisting winding convoluting roots

Leading to the luscious fruits

Gaping grasping limbs

Holding on as the sun dims

Bright skies with glassy eyes

Ships of clouds sailing through the skies

Morphing into shapes unknown

Billowing through extended limbs as they moan

Leafy greens stretching from top to bottom

Changing colors as they reach autumn

Slowly falling to the brown ground from the arid canopy

Dreaming of foliage friends that would once become a fantasy

Raging orange, red, and yellow

Hot, harsh winds make the flames bellow

Charred black trunks with painful scars

Silent cries echo through the forest to the stars

Pleading begging cries for help

Yet no one makes a yelp

Heat rises and never falls

While no own owns their downfalls

Thick smoke disperses

Lonely silence immerses

All is dark and bleak

However, on the floor, there is a creek

A thin green sapling ascends

Through the remains of its friends

Life is given in tragedy

Trees are resilient, thankfully

Though life has its repentance

Let’s make sure they have descendants

Thank the trees for they give such thought

Don’t make them feel like an afterthought