Skeletons

Once I stood tall,
pointing toward the sky.
Branches swaying,
a thousand leaves dancing.
Upward. Always upward.
I faced the heavens.
Sought the sun. For a hundred 
years I stood. Watching over the land.
From the soaring, dipping birds
to the smallest blade of grass.
The change came swiftly.
The destruction, viciously.
The aftermath, brutally real.
With broken limbs, now I stand.
Bent by forces much too strong.
Bared by carnage overwhelming 
and absolute. A skeleton. Though, still, 
I remain. Standing. Watching over 
this barren land. This barren, battered, wounded land.


© 2019 Jennifer N. Fenwick
Photo by Nichole Fenwick

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