Her eyes, two sapphires, glistening in the midst of the pale black sky; Casting a mournful gaze towards the moan of a dying tree, Its fingers endlessly entwined within itself, gashing its roots, Slitting the very bond that holds the tree together. Her silver tears sparkle as the leaves sing their dirge. Sweet, mellow, whispering tunes of ever forgotten tales. Seen by this tree of old, its eyes once saw many things. Its skin can tell its history, its leaves will sing a story. With her wreath of twigs entangled in her auburn hair, She sings a soft lullaby to the fading tree, the eternally failing forest. She is at one with nature as her feet sink deeper into the moist dirt. She can almost feel the Earth grasping her arms and pulling her down. She sings a desolate tune, a sweet goodbye forever.
