Dead tree out on the field.
Shameless by your nudity.
Frozen b your nakedness.
The life has left from you.
You are crooked and withered.
Your mangled fingers grasp onto nothing.
Dead tree you stand there like a
memory,
a life now extinct.
You soften in the sunlight,
yet the coldness inside shall never
thaw.
You will never remember the breath
that was life,
and bring a fate to others by your
death.
Now in coldness,
lost in ice,
you die.
Never to be restored to the beauty
you once were.