The Tree

The dark, ominous tree throws its full branches
high into the night sky,
like a child would for his mother.
The tree is the earths arms
reaching, reaching for torwards the moon,
searching for something new.
The power and energy flows thick and deep
deep down within the roots.
The solitary tree stands
with water at its feet,
and fire to its limbs.
We fight to set it free,
but the flames crackle
and the smoke rises into the bright morning light.
Pink, red, and blue mix as the sun
crosses the giant sky,
escaping, unknowingly coming back the next day.
The dark, ominous tree throws its bare branches
high into the wet gray sky.
The tree searches for that sun,
that sun to make it
alive and beautiful once again.