The trees of darkness are tall, wise and livid with rage, <br />A cheese slice is covering our eyes then the tree-cage. <br />Black trees are not yellow, red and orange <br />But the slice of fun moved like a lunge. <br />I plunge into leaves of Autumn, faults of time, <br />Carrying my food with my mouth and crime. <br />Trees grow forward in time, and we shall be divine <br />In different places, diverse views are taken to align. <br />Dark places will spoil the view and place, <br />But why do some people define this space?<br /><br />Naveed Akram<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/trees-of-darkness/
