Courtyard of Red

Gray tree in a courtyard of red,
Leafless, heartless, & dead.
The barren sun bearing down,
Relentlessly as the tree droops to the ground.
Round, thick trunk, brittle branches and stems,
Was once alive, majestic, and prim.
And now remains,
So dead, so desolate, with no heart to break.

And a dove flew down and perched its self high.
But the dove didn't know that it was about to die.
He landed on the highest branch, his chirp the only sound and,
As soon as he did, the bird fell to the ground.
Then there was only a soft thud of a sound.

The animals drew close,
Looking for rest and for shade.
Ignorant to how,
The tree took all life away.
The closer they drew, the more they died.
But before they knew it, they were trapped inside.

Trapped with a gray tree in a courtyard of red,
Leafless, heartless, & dead,
The barren sun bearing down,
The blood of the beasts, paint the courtyards’ ground.