Trees,
aching,
deprived
of limb
stark
against the
orange-hazed
polluted
night-time
sky.
Mourning
for
those they have
loved
and lost.
Separated,
cut
Broken
yet
free from
the
fetter that bind
Standing
tall and proud
Regardless
of
all that has been
and
will be
who
knows
what
the future brings
and
what the past has dreamed
It's
not for us
or
them
to
know
