Sooty Trees
Those gnarled old trees
Covered in murky black soot
Can't ever seem to reach
Or to breach their lonely
Twilight
Those trees.
They stood in a circle once
They stood like silver glass
Beautiful, gleaming to the eye
With brass, they encompassed
The ever fleeting sky
But with the vain
They grew disdain
From the earth below, from the rock and stone
Those trees.
They nearly fell in a circle
Those trees were bent like metal
With the hot flame of vindication
Those trees.
Too frightened to leave
Felt the world beneath them heave
And threw their branches in a mess
A jumbled, gnarled mess
With their leaves falling
Meeting sooty ground.