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[wiltedrosesonstainedfloors]

To Cut Down a Tree

they are sleeping

the door opens

its peaceful

quiet sounds of nature echo in the windows

a breeze flows through trees

the same tree in the beholders hand

was once a part of the quiet night

with minerals stuck to the other end

steel with a sharpened side

it creates a loud cracking sound

the white bone breaks

each small pocket of air in the lungs

flesh tears apart

its God given pattern

sewn by his own hands with love

he watches

his heart aches tremendously

as he watches his beautiful project

his glorious child

the death lie below

whats in between lie in the middle

a leaf will fall

a life will fade

one more leaf on the blood stained floor

one more box full of bones and flesh

dormant trees

branches stuck in time

they stick out like veins

reminiscent of the water that used to flow

it brought life to each bud

blooming in clear sunlight

the light illuminated the angels

the crosses

flowers

the ones to create the decorations are alive

the flowers stuck in the ground are fresh

but neither know they will end up here

they will wilt and fall

elegantly to the ground

their trees branches will shrivel

become dormant

but spring wont resurrect them

their leaves will fall to the back of them

sunken and flat

their bark will flatten and rot

everything will rot

the smell will become unbearable

then disappear

just like them

then they will be resurrected

their bodies rise from the ground

when spring comes

leaves emerge from their top

their branches provide water

a kid will climb them

they wont mind

then once again

cold metal pierces their flesh

back to the way of humanity

to cut down another human

to cut down a tree