No life glows

Neath the almond tree

Leaves strangle

And roots prick

As rope sways from the branches

Shading your eyes red

 

So serene

There’s a spare for you

So lonely

Just swaying

Don’t just leave it in sorrow

Shifting and creaking

 

Fraying seams

Reaching out for you

Just accept

You’ll be free

The sweet smell of the serene

Swaying with the leaves