Crimson veins like entangled arteries,

Branch out their red roots like a coiled bleeding brain, 

Mangled and translucent inside the crippled dead leaves, 

Which fall like a flurry of soft autumn rain.  

The rings of the trees are creaking ligaments, 

That unfurl their diseased roots around each wooden bone,  

As the rapacious monsters swing their axes through the trunk, 

And nature’s endangered beauty lets out its last groan. 

The smoldering clouds disintegrate to darkening ash, 

And streaks of light tear the whole world apart, 

But soon it will settle and reveal curiosity’s home, 

A fading purple canvas spangled with stars. 

Gradually pools of light splash over the ground,

Like drifting flecks of golden snow, 

Trees decorated with ice melt into spring,

And once again the roots of new life shall grow.