A fallen tree,
Its roots nourished
By the lake
Into which it has fallen
Struggling to reach the light.
Its trunk
Bleached
By years of immersion
In the lake.
It points
Toward a brighter future
As the sun sets
To bathe it
In its afterglow
And stain the waters
As it dies for the night.
© Caro Ness 2015
Picture originally posted by AnaKiN SkyWaLKeR

If trees could speak,
We would become deaf
By their shriek.
Trees have a soul that is hard to ignore