Child of Nature

There is a lone bench sitting under a scarlet tree
Dead leaves surrounded this simple desolate place.
None come to visit this forsaken piece of beauty
It shows that some think it as just another waste.

This place has accepted its solitary confinement.
But a single person comes by and takes a seat.
Air whispering in confusion: Who is this man?
Is he just a trespasser giving rest to his feet?

Whoever this intruder is, he is not wanted...
The wind starts to blow; the tree starts to creek.
The startled man is aroused; he quickly departs
This sacred place is not for a dense man to sleep.

A single child appears before this great crimson tree.
She kneels and gathers her spirit, "I am sacrifice."
This sacred place lives on through this innocent being.
This place remains alive, she has agreed to the price.

There is a lone bench sitting under a scarlet tree
Dead leaves surrounded this simple desolate place.
One comes to visit this forsaken piece of beauty
The Child of Nature wanders this isolated space.

Copyright Brittney Follett

-Did it for a picture Contest. Here's the Pic:-

http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u114/poppij/nature.jpg