Trees of (Urban) Life
Smothered beneath a sombre blanket of white lines and greying skies, eyes desensitised to your jaded complexion as our lives play out in stilted monochrome.
trees
Glowing Green
Breathe in. Your crown of precious hues Glimmers in the setting sun; A steadfast declaration that Your appearance will not be Ordained by the passing
A Broken Sink
As climates change and rainfalls slow, Our trees adapt the way they grow; For every water-seeking root, The greenery becomes dilute. A forest we no
A Twisted Knot
Ornate and prized as something grand, We didn’t know what you had planned; The warning signs we did not heed, You suffocate us with your