Artwork Description:
An old tree stands on a lonesome shore
with twisted limbs from raging storms,
in time alone it points towards land to
where it's passion sought to stand
against a sky listening aimlessly who
ignores it's tales of disparity, but
conjures apparitions made of crows to
taunt the tree as it grows, and as it's
pride guards jealously it's shell of
dreams and memories, in time are
lost and washed to sea forgotten to
all but you and me.