_//Tree Spirit, a rather morbid poem. ^o^ Options

[Anielka]

Tree spirit, tree spirit,
What can you see?
As your pose conveys sorrow
But your eyes express glee?

A deer carcass lies silent
Below your great throne,
As you take its old life
From its blood-stained old bone.

A bit closer to the heavens
Can you look down and know
That the earth might make a banquet
For the hungry old crow?

And with this realization
Would you call to the wind;
And stop this ceremony
From a melancholy end?

Or, Tree Spirit
Might you sit back and wait?
(Conceiving that this horrid sight
Be a commendable fate?)

I made it like a year ago. I should get back into the habit of poems.

[illumineering]

I designate thee Muse of Mother Earth...

[*CrackedRearView*]

That wasn't morbid; to the contrary. The excellent diction and happy imagery was uplifting.

Good work.

[Anielka]

Ooh, I have a title now. I'm honored. XD

Thanks you guys!