The Darkest Night

So much I see, through these eyes of a tree.

Violence, murder, hate, & spite;

all the horrifying sins of the darkest night.

I tried to yell for her to beware,

but my leaves just rustled in the air.

I tried to block out the sound as she wailed,

As he attacked and she kicked and flailed.

In the dark so solid and black,

I have seen a murder’s grin before the attack.

They fall the weak and take their loots,

I long to chase but deeply embedded are my roots.

Though even during the darkest night,

I have the hope of sweet, pure light.

For I have heard a jay bird sing,

And have felt the warmth of a fresh, new spring.

For even through the darkest night,

I am promised the morning light.