The Fall

Swaying in the breeze, gently

The evening air descending slowly

Sparrows suddenly shrieked wildly

The first blow landing heavily

At the root of my land,

I feel the pain, I feel my heart

Children in tears upon the sand

Thoughts differ and actions part

Chips come flying, my blood not seen

Hitting again at my suffering bark

To brown they turn, my paling green

Helpless and hurt, I cried in the dark

Hunger and hatred, in the air; hung

In the balance. Tales of blood forgot

Of the peaceful days, were songs sung

With passion, all an empty stomach got

Unconscious, I dangerously did swerve

Falling unto the ground, my all and whole

In fright and death, my leaves a curve

Leaves shall wither and bark to coal

Near the fall, the mind grows numb

To fate, all tamely bend, no art to defend

The voices in shock, shall all go dumb

The era of my land, reaching it's loud end.

Painting by Charles Thevenin

Courtesy : http://www.1st-art-gallery.com