An apple tree

Tall and grand

Growing towards the sun

Against all odds, its last stand.

A comet

Dropping like a stone

Angelic and deadly

Life an empty shell, all broken bones.

Darkness

Falling like a body

Dead weight and suffocating

The silence singing its sweet, sad melody.

Nevermore

Will the sun shine bright

A cold void in its place

An endless wasteland, an everlasting night.

An apple tree

Twisted and bent

Shrinking to the ground

As expected, its last days spent.