Skeletal Trees

Through a mist of summer choked greener,
on either sides' of the less traveled road
I could see the  burnt and dead lifeless trees smiling at me
like dry-up old bones.

They had died before their time now they wait for the hands of death.
The skeletal leafless trees with plagues of worms eating their flesh.
They stood like statues beneath the rising sun.
Knowing today might be their day to tumble down and fall.

A miracle might happen if they live so long and they dream
of a river that would feed them water to their dying souls.

The day has begun the red and orange sun
burns to their dying trunks.
Perhaps today they will die...