In the Ashen Trees

A Poem by CosminDZS

there is beauty in desolate lives

In the ashen trees
where the ash falls from the leaves
it is within these
and beyond them that the grime
of industrial and corporate crime
blackens an inkblot skyline.

There is beauty in desolate lives
unlike the tales of old wives
that only thrive in the mind of a child
where they continue to grow
for the seeds you must first sow.

We hit a new cultural low,
it is in the ashen trees
and in all the things we fail to seize.
Like the moments of perfection
where you must pay the most attention
and the thoughts call for retention.
It is within these
where you build your dreams.

Segmented dreams
burning at the seams
with recollection of a passerby
we are interrupting this broadcast
asking you to please standby.

An international message
from president Earth
there has been a wreckage
of all things containing worth.