Author's Commentary
A piece thta sbeen in the works for a long time but I only just finished, enjoy.
While lost in unfamiliar forest
I stumbled on a cherry tree
An old, knarled thing it was
Aged and broken by eventful life
Here and there burns scorched its bark
Nails piercing, driven through branches
For sport! I realise, feeling sick
The names of its torturers carved
forever in it's cracked skin, proud
Of their orchestrated torment
But, all is not lost
In that little, shattered hour
For where all beauty is stripped away
A secret blossom bloomed amid the ruin
Life still lives in this broken thing
Too strong for foolish hands to break.