Tree of Life

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.


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