Their arms wave wildly in silence
As her skin falls away
While an airborne acid eats her apart.

Her children fall from her arms
Some to death’s cold embrace
Others still clinging to the hope of a new life

This is not a sad thing however
Her whole family has already died
As have many of those around her

But come spring her and all others
Will return to life with an even stronger beauty and grace

The cycle will begin anew
The cycle will always continue

Such is the life of this
Grand oak tree.

Clap,clap,clap!!!...Suck me in and reward me.....Clever, hot write....

Thank you very much.

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Cool. I like the way this poem unfolds. Starts out in dread but ends on a spiritual message.