Alone it stands naked and ashamed.
Who cares anyway?
All around him there is life,
Won’t you just look at it?
Full of color and
The hope for tomorrow.
I could care less!
No one really notices the dead.
No one really appreciates the beauty,
It once presented.
But it was a living thing at…..
It is just another obstacle to walk around.
It is just something to step over.
It is something in the way.
Soon to be cut down.
I don’t care! Leave the dam thing be will you?
It is just an eye sore to most.
I see the beauty of that dead tree.
I appreciate the stark vivid limbs.
Shut up will you?
Unseen by the flourishing leaf engulfed,
Trees surrounding it.
I take the time,
To count the branches
Take a photograph of being..