The Old Man
He hovers over a lake that has forgotten him, and dips his branches in water that no longer respects his contributions. The leaves and fruit that would once nourish the fragile ecosystem below have withered into a dust that is blown away by the unforgiving wind.
He feels the earth letting go of him, and opens his mouth to bellow, only to find there is no sound. His company are only the spiders that use him for bait, his branches suspend their immense webs and snare unsuspecting travelers. In that regard, his offerings are limited to the discarded carcasses of the fallen, and a prop to people who would capture his pain.
Photo Credit: Me
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very creative
Yet the tree still stands.
Anything more than thank you would be superfluous. So I’ll just take the ache and slip away.
o.g.
He is a handsome tree, I think. Sadly, I viciously murdered one rather large spider in the pursuit.