Life As A TreeOne more balloon's been added to the tree.Oh, I can feel its fiery red,Ready to stretch its skin andBurst.Fifteen years - the tree's grown old, weary,Tired.Her dead arms fall heavy.Her feet planted into the ground.She awaits, dreadfully, every year forA new balloon has grown.A year more of overwhelming days.The balloons cling on to her.None of them will leave.It will stay with herUntil the day she dies.
Nature"Rain"Rain pounding fiercely.Its anger fascinates me.Why is she so mad?"Rays"The sun blinded me.I can't see what's before me.Eyes closed; body dead."Winter"The frost on the trees.The cold is attacking me.My body turns numb."Autumn"Leaves dancing calmly.A screeching howl of the wind.Nature's creation.