Roots of a dying tree

 Fragile these stagnat leaves clings to a lifeless branch, reaching for new
life like new hope. Unattainable when barren wombs contaminated chambers
rejects growth and sterile seeds spill ignorance into noxious eggs Only to reproduce
empty embryos.

Uneducated in its true history, these leaves fall prematurely within
the realm of the lost and forgotten. Hopelessly grasping brittle llimbs
as descending descendants wither under the pressure of spawning
the next generation of great ones.

Boasting in the stench of their unimportant arrogance these  
seamless drifters plant weak seeds of a dying breed in toxic wetlands.
Drowning out the cries of their ancestor predecessor as each stem
took root.  Closing blind eyes to the decline of a tree once rooted
deeply within rich soil.

Now grey and lifeless this tree rings the last of its essence deep
within the dirt of hope..bleeding the last of its faith on the back
of it elders hoping their genes are stong enough to
reawaken these stagnated leaves before all that remains  
is a crumbling stump of what once was..