Chased around the forest of

Despair lost in shadows of

Trees that do care for their

Own nurture in these times

Of dying earth

Seen are sun’s rays no longer

A joy splitting the darkness

In search of not joy but the

Beginning of an end

Moss covered floors cushioned

With the death of leaves broken

Off branches longingly grieve of

A time when they were whole

Deaths dawn has reached the

Forest floor and we mourn no more