[Parachutes]

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

Both the drawing and the poetry is mine, please do not steal. Thanks for looking. ^.^

[Parachutes]

Any comments?

[Parachutes]

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