The world senior lady. She old and cover in dark dew brown. Drain all the beautiful tree’s and glass. Can’t be near roses. A willow walk alone with tear’s. So much happiness turns into sad. Little children sense frightening. A woman carry the cane. To remove life out of nature. One of the witches remains in the cottage. Smells of nature drying like fire. No fall leafs just brown. People wonder what’s going on. She not trying to be young and beautiful. It’s time for those plants to rest. Willow wail all things into shame. Brown is my color. And weather isn’t warm. Sitting next to the dead tree. Once’s healthy and now is sick. No happiness in the town. So quiet and confusing. Trees died by a willow old woman. A nature left the world.
