Awash in black waters coloring the page
She rises, slowly coming out
from the pale lobotomy of a once living tree
she taps into the essence the soul
remembering her rings. How old was she?
The day the earth shook.
The day the men came.
Severed she fell as the color dripped
giving depth and life to new eyes
She saw the world, her creator,
reborn in the ferocity of a beast.