Ugliness In Age Poem by Josh Brabender

Still an early chill, I took the days first view.
and tried dividing tree from sky but they were the same hue.
It's strange to me when just before, the objects weren't as one
and now how when I see the sky, it's colors all do run.
So I turn to the image that I paint in my head.
And see what it could look like if all our trees weren't dead.
A man once told me that this is earth and just it's age.
I couldn't disagree more and from his statement I built my rage.
A normal face will age in time, yes this I will agree.
but if that face ages in smoke, an ugliness you'll see.