Chill

Chill



There's begun to be a chill in the air.
The trees gently sway and creak in despair
for they are bare and this time is a time they know.
Soon they shall be covered in ice and in snow.

Perhaps the creaking is the sound of their bitter bones
or their way of communicating their pleas and their moans.
Rooted deep down and with nowhere to hide
yet still they stand strong out of ferocious pride.

In time the cold period will certainly pass.
The trees' beauty shall return which none can surpass.
They will have us then sway and dance with their song,
we and all animals as we all dance along.

The cycle repeats as it has always done.
With each season we are given new ways to have fun
and those trees, they stand watching throughout it all
for so many years standing proudly, standing tall.

Yet now comes a different kind of a chill
as the trees begin falling to the people's will
and they sway and they creak, perhaps they scream out in pain
but we hear none of it time and time again.

We say it is okay, that it is nothing new
though with every tree down we are left less to view.
In time there will not be much of a show,
that is, if we continue the way that we choose to go.


--msl2022