Attempted Survival to Dieback

The nature gleams in excitement,

Letting the trees guide me as I walk 

I stop and see an old, wrinkly tree get refinement

Finding piece in mind from the fuzzy dandelion

Jingling from the taraxacum

I turn around and see lifeless trees in the horizon

The prehistorical trees enclosed in the soil gnarl at me

Shocked I speak nothing

They look to each other and say, “On the count of three”

They say their goodbyes,

I run away in terror

As their souls die