Mahogany stained skin

Bone marrow replaced with cherry oak

Deep akin to roots, this grief resides within  

Carved in the bark among my shattered and broke

These branches though they reach

For the indigo heavens high

The rings of age have worn them weak

And for Mother Nature I do cry

Tears change to burning leaves

Drop like sun showers in spring

Barren and deceived

By the seasons I cling

And hope someday to be

Again a bewitching tree