Comments about Beating Tree
Purple & Green Shadows
When stars aren’t shining after the sun’s no longer burning.
It rumbles & grumbles, my stomachs twisting and turning.
My room fills with screaming, haunting & unforgiving shadows.
Purple grows smaller as the darkness begins growing.
My light starts to flicker & my life’s chapters begin disappearing.
The trees crackle & hackle, name calling as branches are falling.
Purple explodes & begins again, with its expressionless shadows.