The tree of life withers and decays, as the light in the distance fades away.
She watches her last sunset, standing in silence.
Tired of all life’s chaos and violence.
The darkness moves in, consuming the land.
Followed by Death extending his hand.
Frost forms on her bark which is scarred and old.
Battered and beaten from the unrelenting cold.
Through her branches, a gentle breeze blows.
As this day now comes to a close.
Without hesitation, she takes Death’s hand.
Together they turn to leave this land.
Leaving behind the chaos and violence.
They walk hand in hand, in complete silence.
The life in the tree has faded away; her hollow husk now stands withered, and decayed.
Author’s Note:
At the time of writing this, I had the idea of this being the moment that hope, or even love dies in someone’s heart leaving a “hollowed husk” behind. It can be interpreted in a number of ways.
What’s your take, or interpretation? Feel free to comment below.
N
MyNameIsDespair 
I have a slight obsession with dead tree’s so my thought process was that of the tree shedding for winter. Although tree’s do not become alive once dead, they still stand strong with a beauty similar to dignity.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Nice to see your comment and your take on it. Indeed, they still do stand strong! If you like the dead trees, I’m sure you’ll like some of the stuff/photos I have yet to post.
LikeLiked by 1 person
You captured the beauty in sadness. What a chillingly beautiful poem.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you!!
LikeLike
I found your poem very well written. It left a lonely feeling in me, almost empty with the death of the tree.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you! Though My posts revolve around the uglier feelings we have, there will be some with hope and positive messages.
LikeLiked by 2 people
I look forward to your future posts then. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Incredible pic! & the writing..vivid! Love it 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you!
LikeLike
The first thing that came to mind after reading this was that there was a feeling of defeat and hopelessness…the realization of having to let go and move forward…wanting to leave the emptiness behind yet at the same time knowing a part of that emptiness would always remain. Nice writing!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you for sharing your thoughts on this! Though much of my writing does center around hopelessness and emptiness, I will have others with a much brighter message.
LikeLiked by 1 person
As a new follower I look forward to reading more!
LikeLiked by 1 person
This is such a beautiful post!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you!
LikeLiked by 1 person
A great poem. Desolate. I had a very visceral reaction. My heart said noooooo. It’s the tree of LIFE FFS. But the head, it understands the impossibility of the situation (the environmental destruction and the rampant inhumanity) and fear the inevitable consequence. Your poem conveyed all this and more. But I don’t accept it. As a mother I can’t give up.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you for your response. Yeah, that is true.. we can’t give up.
LikeLiked by 1 person
The way I interpreted it was, a being who had been through and seen so much in life, that they finally let go of all the bad and were ready to move on and leave everything behind. My favorite poem of yours thus far
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks for your response! Your interpretation puts it into a whole new perspective for me. I like it!!
LikeLike
Glad I can have you see a different point of view, I love your interpretation of it as well!
LikeLiked by 1 person