DEAD TREE....

As the cold wind whipped the branches,
turning leaves from brown to golden,
and the black rose fell beneath the snow.

The tree succumbed to an empty hole,
where it fell to it's death,
the leaves turned from brown to golden,
then faded away.

In the dawn, in a ghostly fog,
a dead zone of nothing,
the sky turned purple at last.

While voices of love,
speak ancient things
on a liquid tongue,
to the dead tree,
trying to bring it back to life,
the leaves turning brown to golden...