A Tree: Red In Shade

 

A tree with no shades
Yet a blendé of shades
Which caught my eyes for no reason
Yet thousands to introspect and gaze...

An unanticipated color
That drew out of fringes

Branches crooked at every inch
Coiled and toiled, yet elegantly straight!

Crooks opening way to fringes
Perfectly illuminated with red

Yet sounding colorless from distance

A perfect description of tree
With a shape irrevocably attractive
Probably horrendous to fearsome..

No relieving shade to self
With every leaf fallen apart
But they fell on the barren terrain, the surface of earth
Giving it red relaxing love
For each leaf spoke of love
Each leaf reflected red!

An ideal personifiable tree
Traumatised for self
But a dramatised conclusion to all
Lined imperfectly with perfection...