The black figure motionless
On a windless night
Its jagged tipped branches
Pierce at the light
The dwindling remains
Broken and cracked
Its branches once flourished
With the leaves it now lacked
It once nurtured life
Cradling fruits
Blue Jays sang softly
From the tips of its shoots
Now remaining a shadow
A black raven cries
Ringing through the mist
That blackens the skies
On a windless night
Its jagged tipped branches
Pierce at the light
The dwindling remains
Broken and cracked
Its branches once flourished
With the leaves it now lacked
It once nurtured life
Cradling fruits
Blue Jays sang softly
From the tips of its shoots
Now remaining a shadow
A black raven cries
Ringing through the mist
That blackens the skies
Both the drawing and the poetry is mine, please do not steal. Thanks for looking. ^.^
