Forest Sanctum

 
 
    The death of Summer
    Brings about new life
    The vibrant colors of Autumn
    Restore my mental clarity
    In this otherwise grey existence.
    Fingertips gently trailing in the water
    Laying near the picturesque pond
    Listening to the birds call.
    Hearken to Autumn's sweet voice
    Discern her beauty from the darkness
    Of Winter.
    The leaves rustling in the wind
    Dying
    Not living to see another day.
    This is my sanctum.
    The equinox approaches
    So does Death.
    The red of my blood
    Soak the leaves under me
    Restoring life.
    The trees lament
    One death for trillions of their kind slaughtered
    The mighty oak's death screams repaid for
    With naught but one.
    They bestow their beauty upon the world
    And we destroy it.
    It's in our nature.
    But am I the only one willing to give up my life
    To make sure they are recognized again?
    Plants and trees let us breathe.
    And in return, we have shown our gratitude
    By severing them to express our thoughts and needs  
    And greed.
    Their plaintive melody has made me realize
    That we are not and never will be
    Worthy of them.