Green, still fresh leaves
Are falling from the tree.
It is hardly alive,
And it still doesn’t want to give up,
But the ruthless nature has pressed her claws
Around the base of the tree
And is not letting go.
It’s squeezing everything out of the tree.
Silent agony. The invisible smile of pleasure and perversity
On the face of nature.
Just a little more
And a life will be taken