The Forest For The Trees

Dead trees, lined up along the road;
Speeding past, like the time when they were burnt;
Blackened, incarcerated in dark;
In light, all they can do is grow.
Blackened, Blackened!

Tall trees with hearts of gold;
And the smaller to follow their mould;
Burnt naked against their wish;
Black is their same clothed color.
Blackened, Blackened!

Immobilized for all to see;
To angels dance between the trees;
One, the angel of death;
She guides them thus far
Blackened, Blackened!

The angel of death, or what has been;
Bringer of darkness, what cannot be seen;
With wings of uncertainty, and breath of silence;
Will she continue to stare into my eyes?
Blackened, Blackened!

Now, the other angel, with soot on her face;
Has wings of a bird and a warm embrace;
She guides the trees to grow upwards;
She’s in league with her alter-ego.
Blackened, Blackened!

This angel is the angel of life and nature;
Of growth and life’s curiosities;
But against her will, she battles the angel of death;
For all eternity, she walks over-powered;
Blackened, Blackened!

The angel for nature was dubbed thee Forrest;
And she fought Death, the ultimate price;
And if ever she was to loose, who indeed;
Would ever say she really lost, for she tried;
Blackened, Blackened!

This mourning I missed you, so I despair;
You don’t understand what I mean, so you stare;
I am the trees, blackened and needing you;
You are the two angels through and through;
But how many trees have I seen today?
This mourning as we passed them by;
And how many times have I cried for you?
This mourning as I passed you by.
Blackened, Blackened!