THE SCREAMING TREES

THE SCREAMING TREES

The trees are screaming again.
They tend to do that around this time
of year towards the end of August.
They know that the end of their time is near.
A final symphony of allure and mortal fear
echoes across the evening........
They simply want to Fuck before they die.
They cast spells to create new screams
 to be heard within the future herds.
The wish to lay fresh unhatched eggs
on the bark of a screaming tree
awaiting mesmerizing hoards
of persistent patient destiny
Then they simply vanish.
The young crawl down
digging a place underground to gnaw
at the roots of the tree
Many, many years pass by..................
--------REBORN--------
The creature digs itself out of it's many-year old grave
It craws bravely upwards toward
the top limb of where it was born
It sheds it's skin, it's former self
It becomes a true version of it's destiny
NOW A PART OF
THE SCREAMING TREE